And rich pavilions through the opening woods
Gleam’d from their waving curtains sunny gold;
And winding through the verdant vale
Went stream of liquid light,
And fluted cypresses rear’d up
Their living obelisks;
And broad-leaved plane-trees, in long colonnades,
O’erarched delightful walks,
Where round their trunks the thousand tendrill’d vine
Wound up, and hung the trees with greener wreaths,