IX

Darkblue the deep sphere overhead,

Distinct with vivid stars unrayed,

Grew darker from that underflame;

So, leaping lightly from the boat,

With silver anchor left afloat,

In marvel whence that glory came

Upon me, as in sleep I sank

In cool soft turf upon the bank,

Entrancéd with that place and time,

So worthy of the golden prime

Of good Haroun Alraschid.