Enshrined within the chambers of my heart!
I would build thee a palace, richer far
Than princely Aladeen’s renowned of old;
Its walls and columns of the massiest gold,
And every gem encrusting it a star!
Thy throne should be an Alp, o’ercanopied
With rainbows, and a shielded Moon o’erhead;
Thy coffers should o’erflow, and mock the Ind,
Whose boasted wealth would dwindle into naught
The rich-ored driftings of the streams of Thought