THE SAILOR boy who leant over the side of the Junk of Many Pearls,
and combed the green tresses of the sea with his ivory fingers,
Like a breath from hoarded musk,
Like the golden fins that move
Where the tank's green shadows part-
This shade-bestowing pear-tree, thou
Hurt not, nor lay its leafage low;
Beneath it slept the Duke of Shaou.