"The board was spread with fruits and wine, With grapes of gold, like those that shine On CASBIN hills;—pomegranates full Of melting sweetness, and the pears, And sunniest apples that CAUBUL In all its thousand gardens bears;— Plantains, the golden and the green, MALAYA’s nectared mangusteen; Prunes of BOCKHARA, and sweet nuts From the far groves of SAMARCAND, And BASRA dates, and apricots, Seed of the Sun, from IRAN’s land;— With rich conserve of Visna cherries, Of orange flowers, and of those berries That, wild and fresh, the young gazelles Feed on in ERAC’s rocky dells. All these in richest vases smile, In baskets of pure santal-wood, And urns of porcelain from that isle Sunk underneath the Indian flood, Whence oft the lucky diver brings Vases to grace the halls of kings. Wines too of every clime and hue Around their liquid lustre threw; Amber Rosolli,—the bright dew From vineyards of the Green-Sea gushing; And SHIRAZ wine that richly ran As if that jewel large and rare, The ruby for which KUBLAI-KHAN Melted within the goblets there!"