Beneath and round about her dwelling-place;
And say—hast thou e’er seen such ample grace,
One lovelier, or goodlier in mien,
Than she, the great terrestrial vineyard Queen?
Turn now and view those Oriental climes—
The golden fountain of the rarest wines,
To-day, resembling the to-day of yore,
Yielding their complements of luscious store;
Observe the varied hues, and fragrancy,
When fiery Leo’s[109] in th’ ascendancy.