Upon the golden gate, whose flanges twin—
As there she stood, irresolute at heart
To try—swung to her of themselves apart;
Whereat she past between and stood within.
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A foursquare court it was with marble floor’d,
Embay’d about with pillar’d porticoes,
That echo’d in a somnolent accord
The music of a fountain, which arose
Sparkling in air, and splashing in its tank;