And smiled that then it was so like their home.
Through latticed bower and tesselated hall,
The zephyr danced with wild and airy wing;
And spirit-songs sighed on the startled air
That blew as fragrant as in Araby!
The night was holy!
On the arching sky
The Painter turned and saw its thousand fires.
Around his peaceful form the breezes stole
With viewless pinions from Æolus sent,