Where gold, and platina, and pearl, and plume,
Floating and shining o’er neck, head, and ears,[20]
Like stars and white clouds seemed in heav’nly spheres
From the high roof where gold and azure blended,
In hues designed to typify the sky,
Bright chandeliers of crystallised glass depended
In colours each of too resplendent dye
For human art with one of them to vie.
Oh! ’twas a scene too dazzling to the sight—
Too grandly gay—too beautifully bright!