Richard Le Gallienne: A Caravan from China comes

A Caravan from China comes

(After Hafiz)

Richard Le Gallienne

A caravan from China comes;  For miles it sweetens all the air With fragrant silks and dreaming gums,  Attar and myrrh — A caravan from China comes.
O merchant, tell me what you bring,  With music sweet of camel bells; How long have you been travelling  With these sweet smells? O merchant, tell me what you bring.
A lovely lady is my freight,  A lock escaped of her long hair, — That is this perfume delicate  That fills the air — A lovely lady is my freight.
Her face is from another land,  I think she is no mortal maid, — Her beauty, like some ghostly hand,  Makes me afraid; Her face is from another land.
The little moon my cargo is,  About her neck the Pleiades Clasp hands and sing; Hafiz, 't is this  Perfumes the breeze — The little moon my cargo is.