Here droops the banner on the tower,
On the hall-hearths the festal fires,
The peacock in his laurel bower, 15
The parrot in his gilded wires.
III.
Roof-haunting martins warm their eggs:
In these, in those the life is stay’d.
The mantles from the golden pegs
Droop sleepily: no sound is made,— 20
Not even of a gnat that sings.