Hymn to the Dope <br /> <br /> <br />Goddess of the murmuring courts, <br />Nicotine, my Nicotine, <br />Houri of the mystic sports, <br />trailing-robed in gabardine, <br />Gliding where the breath hath glided, <br />Hidden sylph of filmy veils, <br />Truth behind the dream is veiléd <br />E'en as thou art, smiling ever, ever gliding, <br />Wraith of wraiths, dim lights dividing <br />Purple, grey, and shadow green <br />Goddess, Dream-grace, Nicotine. <br /> <br />Goddess of the shadow's lights, <br />Nicotine, my Nicotine, <br />Some would set old Earth to rights, <br />Thou I none such ween. <br />Veils of shade our dream dividing, <br />Houris dancing, intergliding, <br />Wraith of wraiths and dream of faces, <br />Silent guardian of the old unhallowed places, <br />Utter symbol of all old sweet druidings, <br />Mem'ry of witched wold and green, <br />Nicotine, my Nicotine: <br /> <br />Neath the shadows of thy weaving <br />Dreams that need no undeceiving, <br />Loves that longer hold me not, <br />Dreams I dream not any more, <br />Fragrance of old sweet forgotten places, <br />Smiles of dream-lit, flit-by faces <br />All as perfume Arab-sweet <br />Deck the high road to thy feet <br /> <br />As were Godiva's coming fated <br />And all the April's blush belated <br />Were lain before her, carpeting <br />The stones of Coventry with spring, <br />So thou my mist-enwreathéd queen, <br />Nicotine, white Nicotine, <br />Riding engloried in they hair <br />Mak'st by-road of our dreams <br />Thy thorough-fare.<br /><br />Ezra Pound<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nicotine/
