curtained

Golden head by golden head, / Like to pigeons in one nest / Folded in each other's wings, / They lay down in their curtained bed:

Now o'er the one halfworld / Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse / The curtain'd sleep;

And in his sedgy bed the lark, for joy that Day is nigh, / Scatters the pearléd dew from off the grass, / In tremulous ecstasy to greet the sun, / Who soon in gilded panoply will pass / Forth from yon orange-curtained pavilion / Hung in the burning east […]