Now he smells coffee
After the tomb's stale perfume
Pharoah is happy.
(From Tales of Persepolis)
A cat prowls at night guarding their curv'd protector let the jungle speak (from songs of Old Castile)
. Let the Naiads sing Who will wear the Starry Crown? Then eat cake. (from The Paean of Dignity, 3d edn)
Caribbean Dreams waylay us in deep winter but the snow prevails (from Crepuscular Idyll)