VIII

Slumber'd: the solemn palms were ranged

Above, unwoo'd of summer wind:

A sudden splendour from behind

Flush'd all the leaves with rich gold-green.

And, flowing rapidly between

Their interspaces, counterchanged

The level lake with diamond-plots

      Of dark and bright. A lovely time,

      For it was in the golden prime

            Of good Haroun Alraschid.