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84 Where nymph and god ran ever round in gold— Others of glass as costly—some with gems Moveable and resettable at will, And trebling all the rest in value—Ah heavens! Why need I tell you all?—suffice to say That whatsoever such a house as his, And his was old, has in it rare or fair Was brought before the guest: and they, the guests, Wonder'd at some strange light in Julian's eyes (I told you that he had his golden hour), And such a feast, ill-suited as it seem'd To such a time, to Lionel's loss and his, And that resolved self-exile from a land He never would revisit, such a feast So rich, so strange, and stranger ev'n than rich, But rich as for the nuptials of a king.

And stranger yet, at one end of the hall