"Bring me soft song," said Aladdin. <br />"This tailor-shop sings not at all. <br />Chant me a word of the twilight, <br />Of roses that mourn in the fall. <br />Bring me a song like hashish <br />That will comfort the stale and the sad, <br />For I would be mending my spirit, <br />Forgetting these days that are bad, <br />Forgetting companions too shallow, <br />Their quarrels and arguments thin, <br />Forgetting the shouting Muezzin:"-- <br />"I AM YOUR SLAVE," said the Jinn. <br /> <br />"Bring me old wines," said Aladdin. <br />"I have been a starved pauper too long. <br />Serve them in vessels of jade and of shell, <br />Serve them with fruit and with song:-- <br />Wines of pre-Adamite Sultans <br />Digged from beneath the black seas:-- <br />New-gathered dew from the heavens <br />Dripped down from Heaven's sweet trees, <br />Cups from the angels' pale tables <br />That will make me both handsome and wise, <br />For I have beheld her, the princess, <br />Firelight and starlight her eyes. <br />Pauper I am, I would woo her. <br />And--let me drink wine, to begin, <br />Though the Koran expressly forbids it." <br />"I AM YOUR SLAVE," said the Jinn. <br /> <br />"Plan me a dome," said Aladdin, <br />"That is drawn like the dawn of the MOON, <br />When the sphere seems to rest on the mountains, <br />Half-hidden, yet full-risen soon." <br />Build me a dome," said Aladdin," <br />That shall cause all young lovers to sigh, <br />The fullness of life and of beauty, <br />Peace beyond peace to the eye-- <br />A palace of foam and of opal, <br />Pure moonlight without and within, <br />Where I may enthrone my sweet lady." <br />"I AM YOUR SLAVE," said the Jinn.<br /><br />Vachel Lindsay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/aladdin-and-the-jinn/
