II

The low and bloomed foliage, drove

The fragrant, glistening deeps, and clove

The citron-shadows in the blue:

By garden porches on the brim,

The costly doors flung open wide.

Gold glittering thro' lamplight dim,

And broider'd sofas on each side:

      In sooth it was a goodly time,

      For it was in the golden prime

      Of good Haroun Alraschid.