Opium + 

Naught is more sweet than gently to let dream + 

The pallid flower of life asleep alway; + 

Where the dim censer sends up far from day + 

Unceasingly its still-ascending stream, + 

O where the air winds its myrrh-scented steam + 

About thy naked body’s disarray, + 

Shall not today’s gold to thy shut eyes seem + 

Born and forgot in the dead ages gray? + 

Sunk from life’s mournful loud processional, + 

For thee shall not with high uplifted urn + 

The Night pour out dreams that awake and say, + 

—We were, O pallid maiden vesperal, + 

Before the world; we also in our turn + 

By the vain morning gold scatter’d away. + 