Hail! hail! to that whale, fishlike, If it thus for its guest's convenience Made things nice!--(ye well know, Surely, my learned allusion?)Hail to its belly, If it had e'er A such loveliest oasis-belly As this is: though however I doubt about it, --With this come I out of Old-Europe, That doubt'th more eagerly than doth any Elderly married woman.
May the Lord improve it!
Amen!
Here do I sit now, In this the smallest oasis, Like a date indeed, Brown, quite sweet, gold-suppurating, For rounded mouth of maiden longing, But yet still more for youthful, maidlike, Ice-cold and snow-white and incisory Front teeth: and for such assuredly, Pine the hearts all of ardent date-fruits. Selah.
To the there-named south-fruits now, Similar, all-too-similar, Do I lie here; by little Flying insects Round-sniffled and round-played, And also by yet littler, Foolisher, and peccabler Wishes and phantasies,--Environed by you, Ye silent, presentientest Maiden-kittens, Dudu and Suleika, --ROUNDSPHINXED, that into one word I may crowd much feeling:
(Forgive me, O God, All such speech-sinning!)--Sit I here the best of air sniffling, Paradisal air, truly, Bright and buoyant air, golden-mottled, As goodly air as ever From lunar orb downfell--Be it by hazard, Or supervened it by arrogancy?
As the ancient poets relate it.
But doubter, I'm now calling it In question: with this do I come indeed Out of Europe, That doubt'th more eagerly than doth any Elderly married woman.
May the Lord improve it!
Amen.
This the finest air drinking, With nostrils out-swelled like goblets, Lacking future, lacking remembrances Thus do I sit here, ye Friendly damsels dearly loved, And look at the palm-tree there, How it, to a dance-girl, like, Doth bow and bend and on its haunches bob, --One doth it too, when one view'th it long!--To a dance-girl like, who as it seem'th to me, Too long, and dangerously persistent, Always, always, just on SINGLE leg hath stood?
--Then forgot she thereby, as it seem'th to me, The OTHER leg?
For vainly I, at least, Did search for the amissing Fellow-jewel --Namely, the other leg--In the sanctified precincts, Nigh her very dearest, very tenderest, Flapping and fluttering and flickering skirting.
Yea, if ye should, ye beauteous friendly ones, Quite take my word:
She hath, alas! LOST it!
Hu! Hu! Hu! Hu! Hu!
It is away!
For ever away!
The other leg!
Oh, pity for that loveliest other leg!
Where may it now tarry, all-forsaken weeping?
The lonesomest leg?
In fear perhaps before a Furious, yellow, blond and curled Leonine monster? Or perhaps even Gnawed away, nibbled badly--Most wretched, woeful! woeful! nibbled badly! Selah.
Oh, weep ye not, Gentle spirits!
Weep ye not, ye Date-fruit spirits! Milk-bosoms!
Ye sweetwood-heart Purselets!
Weep ye no more, Pallid Dudu!
Be a man, Suleika! Bold! Bold!
--Or else should there perhaps Something strengthening, heart-strengthening, Here most proper be?
Some inspiring text?
Some solemn exhortation?--Ha! Up now! honour!
Moral honour! European honour!
Blow again, continue, Bellows-box of virtue!
Ha!
Once more thy roaring, Thy moral roaring!
As a virtuous lion Nigh the daughters of deserts roaring!
--For virtue's out-howl, Ye very dearest maidens, Is more than every European fervour, European hot-hunger!
And now do I stand here, As European, I can't be different, God's help to me!
Amen!
THE DESERTS GROW: WOE HIM WHO DOTH THEM HIDE!
