Aladdin and the Jinn

    "Bring me soft song," said Aladdin.
    "This tailor-shop sings not at all.
    Chant me a word of the twilight,
    Of roses that mourn in the fall.
    Bring me a song like hashish
    That will comfort the stale and the sad,
    For I would be mending my spirit,
    Forgetting these days that are bad,
    Forgetting companions too shallow,
    Their quarrels and arguments thin,
    Forgetting the shouting Muezzin:" -
    "I AM YOUR SLAVE," said the Jinn.

    "Bring me old wines," said Aladdin.
    "I have been a starved pauper too long.
    Serve them in vessels of jade and of shell,
    Serve them with fruit and with song: -
    Wines of pre-Adamite Sultans
    Digged from beneath the black seas: -
    New-gathered dew from the heavens
    Dripped down from Heaven's sweet trees,
    Cups from the angels' pale tables
    That will make me both handsome and wise,
    For I have beheld her, the princess,
    Firelight and starlight her eyes.
    Pauper I am, I would woo her.
    And - let me drink wine, to begin,
    Though the Koran expressly forbids it."
    "I AM YOUR SLAVE," said the Jinn.

    "Plan me a dome," said Aladdin,
    "That is drawn like the dawn of the MOON,
    When the sphere seems to rest on the mountains,
    Half-hidden, yet full-risen soon."
    "Build me a dome," said Aladdin,
    "That shall cause all young lovers to sigh,
    The fullness of life and of beauty,
    Peace beyond peace to the eye -
    A palace of foam and of opal,
    Pure moonlight without and within,
    Where I may enthrone my sweet lady."
    "I AM YOUR SLAVE," said the Jinn.