Here silken curtains hang on wires of gold,

And zephyr-satin, whose capacious fold

Ten thousand giddy turns and windings take

The secret chambers of the place to make.

Each article of comfort man can know

With priceless gems and flashing colors glow;

Each drinking vessel is a solid gem;

Each odorous flower grows on a parent stem;

Birds of bright plumage raise their tuneful note

And scatter scents ambrosial as they float.