To Abu’l-Ala + 

In thy melancholy’s pensive Fancy + 

Wisdom rolled its beauteous stars and moons, + 

Just as in my riotings of pleasure + 

Thy lone midnights roll into my noons. + 

Abu’l-Ala, in thy glorious darkness + 

Didst thou not remember unborn me? + 

In thy journey to the farthest planets + 

Didst thou not a burdened shadow see? + 

Ay, behind the portals of Saturnus + 

Secretly the cup to thee I passed; + 

Long, long after this cup thou returnest + 

Filled with gems of fancy and recast. + 

In thy Prison a thousand Yamen weapons + 

Thou didst forge for the oppressed and weak: + 

In my attic a thousand Beauty roses + 

I pluck for thee from a Yankee cheek. + 