Sheen that flecks Earth’s seas, and kisses its mountains,
And fairly floods its plains, we know is of thee,—
A sign sent us from afar, that we may
Feebly learn how beautiful is Heaven!
The singer rested a moment; then, looking in the eyes of the king, with a rising voice, he continued,—
Richest hall in all the Vale is Quetzal’s—
At that name Montezuma started. The minstrel noted well the sign.
O, none so fair as Quetzal’s! The winds that
Play among its silver columns are Love’s
Light laughter, while of Love is all the air