The divan
a LITTLE maid of Astrakan,
  An idol on a silk divan;
She sits so still, and never speaks,
  She holds a cup of mine;
’T is full of wine, and on her cheeks
  Are stains and smears of wine.

Thou little girl of Astrakan,
  I join thee on the silk divan:
There is no need to seek the land,
  The rich bazaars...