And the gay court, and fell asleep again;
And dreamt herself was such a faded form
Among her burnish’d sisters of the pool; 655
But this was in the garden of a king;
And though she lay dark in the pool, she knew
That all was bright; that all about were birds
Of sunny plume in gilded trellis-work;
That all the turf was rich in plots that look’d 660
Each like a garnet or a turkis in it;
And lords and ladies of the high court went