XII
by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
· (no date)
Published 01/07/1880
Part of Recollections of the Arabian Nights
The fourscore windows all alight
As with the quintessence of flame,
A million tapers flaring bright
From wreathéd silvers looked to shame
The hollowvaulted dark, and streamed
Upon the moonéd domes aloof
In inmost Bagdat, till there seemed
Hundreds of crescents on the roof
Of night newrisen, that marvellous time,
To celebrate the golden prime
Of good Haroun Alraschid.