Like a laughing host in the wake of day,
To the shrine of the midnight bars.
And satyrs slid on the glinting spars
Of light, through the halls of space,
And Venus served from the vintage jars,
And a blossom shone on the nose of Mars
And a smile on the old Moon’s face.
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]My castle’s roof was the spangled sky
And its carpet of sea-green moss;
And its walls were curtained with tapestry, ...