But dusky clouds fly’ng ’cross the golden shield
Dispersed his beams; yet, he controll’d the main,
And usher’d in a brighter day for Jane.
She ’wakes (her wonted hour), looks ’round and finds
Rich damask drapery for her window-blinds!
Chairs, almost fairy-like with ’lastic touch,
Resemble the impurpled-cover’d couch.
Then half-recumbent lo: the gentle girl
Beholds the furniture inlaid with pearl!
Herself she now reflectedly espies,