I will speak very softly then with your hand
In mine, a rose petal, the things that you understand.
On the waxen and beautiful tablet that is your heart
With a singing quill and the stain of my heart I will write;
I will write with the simplest words and the simplest art
All the splendors that glow so by night—
Of the Genie and the Bottle, and carpets of orient flight.
And you who are more than a princess in your gown of yellow-green
With your bird-like and trembling heart will understand
All the luxurious sorrows and loves that have been