A Century of Parody and Imitation

by Unknown

But now I dream of ambergris and myrrh,

Tasting these walnuts in the poplar shade.

III.

Lo! hoarded coolness in the heart of noon,

Plucked with its dew, the cucumber is here,

As to the Dryad's parching lips a boon,

And crescent bean-pods, unto Bacchus dear;

And, last of all, the pepper's pungent globe,

The scarlet dwelling of the sylph of fire,

Provoking purple draughts; and, surfeited,