Most solemn domes within; and far below,
Like clouds suspended in an emerald sky,
The ash and the acacia floating, hang
Tremulous and pale. Like restless serpents clothed
In rainbow and in fire, the parasites
Starred with ten thousand blossoms flowed around
The gray trunks; and as gamesome infants’ eyes,
With gentle meanings and most innocent wiles
Fold their beams round the hearts of those that love,
These twine their tendrils with the wedded boughs.