From whose innumerable caves and coigns—
When dusk awakes the city of my mind—
Exploring boats set forth,
Bound for the harbour-lights of God knows where,
Full, full of God knows what;
It must be love of Him, or Her, or You,
Blue Persian night."
Her signal answered; for a slender wand
Of moonbeam touched the Dreamer on the mouth.
The caravan looked upward with a shout