VI

A walk with vary-colour'd shells

Wander'd engrain'd. On either side

All round about the fragrant marge

From fluted vase, and brazen urn

In order, eastern flowers large,

Some dropping low then crimson bells

Half-closed, and others studded wide

      With disks and tiars, fed the time

      With odour in the golden prime

            Of good Haroun Alraschid.