She's an enchanting little Israelite, <br />A world of hidden dimples!--Dusky-eyed, <br />A starry-glancing daughter of the Bride, <br />With hair escaped from some Arabian Night, <br />Her lip is red, her cheek is golden-white, <br />Her nose a scimitar; and, set aside <br />The bamboo hat she cocks with so much pride, <br />Her dress a dream of daintiness and delight. <br />And when she passes with the dreadful boys <br />And romping girls, the cockneys loud and crude, <br />My thought, to the Minories tied yet moved to range <br />The Land o' the Sun, commingles with the noise <br />Of magian drums and scents of sandalwood <br />A touch Sidonian--modern--taking--strange!<br /><br />William Ernest Henley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/orientale/
