To contemplation all divine.
Fled are the pageants of the past
That once turned at thy deep voiced calls,
In glooms doth stand the palace vast,
And silent are its splendid halls.
The galaxy of kings and queens,
Of courtiers—maids of honor fair,
The glittering robe of costly sheen,
The tossing plume, the jewel rare,
The wild retainers in their glee,