Here flowers grew in circles round and round,
With broad, rich petals for queen’s gathering,
There fountains sprang up with a clear, quick sound
From vases, such as Babylonian king
Ne’er saw the like of; and their spray did fling
O’er pure white statues having marble care
Over the showered pearls and moistened air.
And ever as we past there ever grew
Wondrous variety to stir the sense,
Begetting impotence