That art, whereby those ancient erst pourtrayed

  Such wonders, is extinguished in our day.

  But to the troop, by whom will be surveyed

  The painted chamber, I return, and say;

  A squire attendant on a signal made,

  Bore thither lighted torches, by whose ray

  Were scattered from that hall the shades of night,

  Nor this in open day had shown more bright.