Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
I had an English professor who spent a lot of time berating Poe and he especially liked to hammer these two lines. “No one’s feet tinkle!” he said. “Not even if they’re wearing Reeboks!”
I’d like to see how the Seraphim with tinkling footfalls are illustrated.
