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It was as he at once had come Into some star's eternal home,— He look'd upon a spacious cave, Rich with the gifts wherewith the wave Had heap'd the temple of that source Which gave it to its daylight course. Here pillars crowded round the hall, Each with a glistening capital:— The roof was set with thousand spars, A very midnight heaven of stars; The walls were bright with every gem That ever graced a diadem; Snow turn'd to treasure,—crystal flowers With every hue of summer hours. While light and colour round him blazed, It seem'd to that he gazed Upon a fairy's palace, raised