• 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...

  • His oriental heresies

    Exhilarate the Bee,

    And filling all the Earth and Air

    With gay apostasy


    Fatigued at last, a Clover plain

    Allures his jaded eye

    That lowly Breast where Butterflies

    Have felt it meet to die —