Burn as if earth were one great Altar's blaze;

Or, like the closing of a piteous story,

Light up the misty world with dying rays.

There I have seen the Clouds, in pomp and splendour,

Their gold and purple banners all unfurl;

There I have watched colours, more faint and tender

Than pure and delicate tints upon a pearl.

Skies strewn with roses fading, fading slowly,