Is a whitewashed cottage, old and grand;
Its ample grounds of jessamine vines,
Are bright with crystals of sparkling sand.
Broad stairways lead to its airy hall
And cool piazzas, where the sun
His shining arrows ne'er lets fall
Till his daily race is almost run.
Within are walls of panels high,
And great fire-places that laugh at night,
When the blazing splinters of lightwood fry