Rememberest thou? Enormous gongs of stone

Were stricken, and the storming trumpeteers

Acclaimed my deed to answering tides of spears,

And spoke the names of monsters overthrown—

Griffins whose angry gold, and fervid store

Of sapphires wrenched from marble-plungÈd mines—

Carnelians, opals, agates, almandines,

I brought to thee some scarlet eve of yore.

In the wide fane that shrined thee, Venus-wise,

The fallen clamours died.**** I heard the tune

Of tiny bells of pearl and melanite,

Hung at thy knees, and arms of dreamt delight;

And placed my wealth before thy fabled eyes,

Pallid and pure as jaspers from the moon.