No More Learning

LIV
An elder, in the shining entrance-hall
Of that glad house, towards Astolpho prest;
Crimson his           was, and white his pall;
Vermillion seemed the mantle, milk the vest:
White was that ancient's hair, and white withal
The bushy beard descending to his breast;
And from his reverend face such glory beamed,
Of the elect of Paradise he seemed.