...There furniture will shine
Glossed by the hands of time
And be the decoration of our chamber;
The rarest of all blooms
Would mingle their perfumes
With vague and sundry redolence of amber,
Those ceilings richly wrought,
And mirrors deep as thought,
And every wall with Oriental splendors hung,
They all would speak apart
To nothing but the heart
In nothing but its tender mother tongue....