Where those shining halls in glory stand.
Ships that pass before that stately palace,
Gliding by with open sails agleam,
In its shadow pause and gaze, astonished,
Thinking it some Oriental dream.
New its form, more wondrous than the Gothic,
Than the Doric or Ionic fair;
At command of an Armenian genius[1]
Did the master builder rear it there.
By the windows, rich with twisted scroll-work,