Thy dome alone can rise to reach the stars!”
XV.
She roused me, crying out, “Look toward the porch!”
I look’d, and there beheld our waiting friends,
And, grouped with them, some ruddy German maids
Whose deeper hues but finely rimmed with shade
The subtler beauty of our special hosts.
These came from out that western world wherein,
By fresher breezes and by brighter suns,
The Saxon tissue, sweeten’d and refined,