The walls were spray’d with showers of light,
Whose flickerings left a fountain bright
That toss’d the moonbeams in its play,
And dash’d and flash’d their gleams away.
I just could see the fountain flow
Within a marble court[1] below.
It seem’d a spirit, clothed in white,
But half reveal’d to mortal sight,
Whose glancing robes would lift and glide
O’er dainty limbs that danced inside,