User:Al-Muqanna

Upon his couch the Veiled lay, While lamps around—not such as lend their ray, Glimmering and cold, to those who nightly pray In holy, or  dim arcades,— But brilliant, soft, such lights as lovely maids Look loveliest in, shed their luxurious glow Upon his mystic Veil’s white glittering flow.

Without Contraries is no progression.  —