Mortal! to thy bidding bow'd,
From my mansion in the cloud,
Which the breath of twilight builds,
And the summer's sun-set gilds
With the azure and vermillion,
Which is mix'd for my pavilion;
Though thy quest may be forbidden,
On a star-beam I have rid'n;
To thine adjuration bow'd,
Mortal--be thy wish avow'd!
--Lord Byron, Manfred