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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936).  The New Poetry: An Anthology.  1917.
194. Aladdin and the Jinn
By Vachel Lindsay
“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        5
  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;        10
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,        15
  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,        20
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.        25
  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,        30
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 fulness of life and of beauty,        35
  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.        40


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