Delightful to the eye the yellowish lustre streams---
XV.
Above the strong illumin’d skies,
The clouds in shining volumes, roll’d
Their fleecy skirts bedeckt with gold,
Half-dazzle the spectator’s eyes---
And does the real solar light
150 Flash at present on the sight?
Or, does the pencil’d radiance only flow,
And flowing with such fervour beat