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S. T. COLERIDGE.
ST. PETER'S AT ROME.
A LADY'S CHAMBER. Vastness which grows, but grows to harmonize, The moon shines dim in the open air, All musical in its immensities;
And not a moonbeam enters here. Rich marbles, richer painting, shrines where But they without its light can see flame
The chamber carved so curiously, The lamps of gold, and haughty dome which Carved with figures strange and sweet, vies
All made out of the carver's brain, In air with earth's chief structures, though For a lady's chamber meet : their frame
The lamp with twofold silver chain Sits on the firm-set ground, -- and this the cloud Is fastened to an angel's feet. must claim.
The silver lamp burns dead and dim ;
But Christabel the lamp will trim.
Sank down upon the floor below.
Breathe such divine enchanting ravishment ?
Sure something holy lodges in that breast,
Of darkness till it smiled.
To gild refinèd gold, to paint the lily,
To throw a perfume on the violet, But in his delicate form -- a dream of love,
To smooth the ice, or add another hue Shaped by some solitary nymph, whose breast Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light Longed for a deathless lover from above,
To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, And maddened in that vision -- are exprest
Is wasteful and ridiculous excess.
King John, Act iv. Sc. a.
The Few of Malta, Act i.