Madrid awoke, and dress’d her squares and streets
In all their glory; through all which we pass’d
Up to the Prado, where the city’s self,
In white and pearl array’d, by ancient usage,
Waited in person to receive the bride
By a triumphal arch that rose heaven-high,
The first of four all named and hung about
With emblems of the four parts of the world,
(Each with a separate element distinct,)
Of which our sovereign lord was now to lay