XX.
Sweet odours, radiant colours, glittering light!
How swift a change from the dusk sodden night
Of London in mid-winter!
Titania here might revel as at home;
Fair forms are floating soft as Paphian foam,
Bright as an iceberg-splinter.
Dianas doubtless, yet their frost holds fire;
The snowiest bosom covers soft desire,
And these are snowy, verily.