Doctor Vysarius

VALET.
In the golden palace
Reigns, in glory, Jamshyd.
His seven-ringèd chalice
Salutes the lion and lizard.
He turns his face to observe his domain,
Its numberless faces and limitless planes,
Turned, like a jewel,
In the palm of his hand;
He rules the world
But dreams of other lands.

Looking is dreaming,
Loving is seeming,
Starlight is gleaming,
Nothing redeeming . . .

Before the burning city,
Alexander dances!
Among the lions and lizards,
The conqueror advances,
While God turns His face from heat of the flame
And hangs ’cross the threshold the glittering chains,
That locking every gate
And shutting every door,
Thus, bars Heaven
From kings o’ the world.

Starlight is streaming,
Toward lovers a’dreaming;
Things that are gleaming
Are nothing redeeming.