And o’er the rosy peaks of Taurus
Sails to his starry home.
VI.
The Xanthian gate is wide and free;[[9]]
The Xanthian towers are high;
The Xanthian streets are fair to see;
The knight, with wondering eye,
Beholds and enters. To the king
A ready troop the stranger bring,
And scan him o’er and o’er;