For the royal city rejoiced by night:
There were lamps hung forth upon tower and tree,
Banners were lifted and streaming free;
Every tall pillar was wreath’d with fire;
Like a shooting meteor was every spire;
And the outline of many a dome on high
Was traced, as in stars, on the clear dark sky.
I pass’d through the streets. There were throngs on throngs—
Like sounds of the deep were their mingled songs;
There was music forth from each palace borne—