Louanges d’Elle + 

—O Muse of mine that sittest orientally + 

With a green emerald snake about the waist of thee, + 

With henna-tinted feet, and almond eyes that dream, + 

Put down the opium-pipe of jade and ivory, + 

For she that is most fair is fain to hear thy song: + 

Awake, O Muse, and sing her praises solemnly, + 

That to the laughing heart of California + 

Hath added all the grace of France and Italy; + 

She who, to put to sleep my pitiless ennuis + 

Is come from distant Paris and from Varsovie; + 

Athens is in her heart, and Paris in her eyes, + 

Dear European angel from beyond the sea! + 

—There is no use to sing; she is not to be sung; + 

What mortal praise can come unto her glory near? + 

And she hath quite forgot her natal English tongue; + 

She is too far, too high, thy languid praise to hear, + 

Too delicate, too strange, too wicked, too divine, + 

Too heavenly, too sweet, too bad, too fair, too dear! + 

“N’est-elle pas l’oasis où tu rêves et la gourde + 

Où tu humes à longs traits le vin du souvenir?” + 