From the recesses of a marble tomb.
Mystic and subtle as some charmed perfume,
A sense of pleasure thrilled upon his heart,
As quick, faint pulses of the scented breeze
Brought balmy odors from the dewy flowers,
Waved the plumed monarchs of the forest proud,
And wafted on the islets of the cloud
Through liquid sapphire, where they seemed to float
Softly and dreamily, and full of love.
He bowed and worshiped—and “the Lord passed by.”