There passed they in
At portals of the high, celestial House,
And on beyond the starry-golden court,
Through amorous hidden ways, and winding paths
Set round with splendors, to the spangled hall
Of secret audience for noble guests.
Here Charis labored, so Hêphæstos bade,
Moulding the room’s adornments; here she built
Low couches, framed in ivory, overlain
With skins of pard and panther, and the fleece