Made by some cunning workmen ages dead.
We entered furtively, and as our tread
Resounded on the long untrodden floor,
Back swung the portal with a clanging roar.
Fleeing like startled children on we sped,
And found an inner chamber, where was spread
A board with gold and crystal, and a store
Of fruits and flowers from every unknown shore,
And curious flasks, whose contents gleaming red
A ruddy radiance o’er my lady shed,