XCVIII.

Mother of pearl, and porphyry, and marble,

Vied with each other on this costly spot;

And singing birds without were heard to warble;

And the stained glass which lighted this fair grot

Varied each ray;—but all descriptions garble

The true effect,[360] and so we had better not

Be too minute; an outline is the best,—

A lively reader's fancy does the rest.

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