The colouring of happiness.
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Within the portals dark and grand,
Stands silence with uplifted hand,
And wakeful echoes, biding there,
Keep watch beside the palace stair.
Stands silence with uplifted hand,
And wakeful echoes, biding there,
Keep watch beside the palace stair.
Strange fancies paint the ceilings dim;
A lamb, a stag, a lion grim,
Are by a blindfold maiden led,
Held in a chain of poppies red.
A lamb, a stag, a lion grim,
Are by a blindfold maiden led,
Held in a chain of poppies red.
Above, through chambers vast and high
Tread lightly still, for echoes shy
Wheel fluttering at the rash footfall,
Like bird and bat from roof and wall.
Tread lightly still, for echoes shy
Wheel fluttering at the rash footfall,
Like bird and bat from roof and wall.
There where the deep-browed windows rise,
The masquing light of noonday skies
Through many a stained and clouded pane
Drops in a faint prismatic rain.
The masquing light of noonday skies
Through many a stained and clouded pane
Drops in a faint prismatic rain.
