The Poet's Night of Lamps and Wine

From C2.1, The Prelude. It illustrates C2.1.15–26 (to C2.1.27):

C2.1.15
Amid that vigil’s grief, with tightened breast,I rose, estranged from comfort, sleep, and rest.
C2.1.16
Within my house there lived a loving soul,To whom I called and bade her bring a coal.
C2.1.17
She came into the garden, bright and fair,My darling idol, with a moonlit air.
C2.1.18
She said: “What need of light? Why wake and weep?Will night not bring your wounded spirit sleep?”
C2.1.19
I said: “My idol, sleep will not draw near;Bring me a candle, sun-bright, strong, and clear.
C2.1.20
Set it before me; spread the banquet board,Then take the chang, and let the wine be poured.”
C2.1.21
My darling brought me shining lamps and wine,With quince and orange, pomegranates fine.
C2.1.22
She brought a goblet fit for royal state,Then poured the wine and touched the chang till late.
C2.1.23
As though famed Harut had displayed his art,The darkness lost dominion in my heart.
C2.1.24
My heart was victor over all desire;The dark night turned to daylight by that fire.
C2.1.25
Now hear the words my kind companion said,Once we and the bright goblet had been wed.
C2.1.26
That moon-faced sun addressed me with a smile:“May heaven crown your life through every trial.