Onward their slow and stately course they bend
To where th’ Alhambra’s ancient towers ascend,
Rear’d and adorn’d by Moorish kings of yore,
Whose lost descendants there shall dwell no more.
They reach those towers—irregularly vast
And rude they seem, in mould barbaric cast:[92]
They enter—to their wondering sight is given
A genii palace—an Arabian heaven![93]
A scene by magic raised, so strange, so fair,
Its forms and colour seem alike of air.