Sir Samuel Ferguson - "Loved for themselves, too. Oft as I behold" lyrics

Loved for themselves, too. Oft as I behold, Adown the curtain'd gallery's sumptuous gloom, A separate daylight shining in the room, There find I still thy groupings manifold Of holy clerks, of nobles grave and bold, Swart slaves, brave gallants, maidens in their bloom, With what of Persian and Ligarian loom May best consort with marble dome and gold: There find thy dog, whose teeth Time's teeth defy To raze the name from less enduring leaves Of loved Canossa: there, in cynic ease, Thy monkey: and beneath the pearly sky See lovely ladies wave their handkerchiefs, And lend sweet looks from airy balconies.