Never seraph spread a pinion
Over fabric half so fair!
Banners yellow, glorious, golden
On its roof did float and flow
(This — all this — was in the olden
Time long ago,)
And every gentle air that dallied
In that sweet day
Along the ramparts plumed and pallid
A winged odor went away
Wanderers in that happy valley
Through two luminous windows, saw
Spirits moving musically
To a lute's well-tuned law
Round about a throne where, sitting
(Porphyrogene!)
The spirits were moving with a lot of fluidity. The movement was perfectly uniform like music.
The Haunted Palace