Its song rose through the rising damp,
Till, through the grey stockade of rain,
The Gulf of Pearls shone like a lamp.
Here waiting rode a giant dhow,
Each hand a captive Roumi lord,
Who rose despite his chains to bow
As straight her beauty went aboard,
Sailed. For the Tableland of Rhyme?
The Crystal Archipelago?
Who knows! This happened on a time