Or vapor floats to intercept the view.
Ere long, above the horizon’s verge appears
The expected pomp. East, West, and North and South,
Along the ancient thoroughfares, which lead
From Paradise through spaces infinite,
Besprinkled o’er with starry Cyclades,
Down to the fiery palaces, wherein
The solar Seraphs hold their sway, it comes—
A long array of chariots superb,
Harnessed to sun-engendered steeds, whose veins