He enter''d, but he enter''d full of wrath; His flaming robes stream''d out beyond his heels, And gave a roar, as if of earthly fire, That scar''d away the meek ethereal Hours And made their dove-wings tremble. On he flared, From stately nave to nave, from vault to vault, Through bowers of fragrant and enwreathed light, And diamond-paved lustrous long arcades, Until he reach''d the great main cupola; There standing fierce beneath, he stamped his foot, And from the basement deep to the high towers Jarr''d his own golden region; and before The quavering thunder thereupon had ceas''d, His voice leapt out, despite of godlike curb, To this result....