Dew upon the robin as he lilts there, on the thorn,
Jewel on a scarlet breast a fleeting moment worn,
And suddenly by fairy hands into blue heaven drawn.
Slave that dares to seek a couch in Cleopatra's bower,
Curtained by the crimson leaves of yonder royal flower,
Until the spearmen of the sun shall end the blissful hour.
Dew upon the blackwood boughs by morning Zephyr stirred,
Shaken to the fronded fern by restless diamond bird;
Night's opals on a spendthrift morn, with gracious stealth conferred.