GIVE me a melon of Khiva, Luscious and round and yellow, -- It's mate for the Lord of China Hardly so fair and mellow, -- And place on the tray beside it, Worthy of sheikh or khan, Peaches that grew in the gardens Of the golden Zerefshan. And a cup of Flowery Pekoe, -- Tea of the mandarins, -- Gathered in dewy morning, Just when the spring begins. Keep for the peasant and Tartar The bowls of the dark Bohea Plucked when the heats of summer With rank leaves load the tree. Ah, what ravishing flavors! Not the wine of the Rhine, Not of Tokay, nor the nectar Won from the Cyprian vine, Nor Sicily's oranges rarest, Nor sweetest figs of Dalmatia, Rival the flowery Pekoe And the spicy melons of Asia! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NUPTIAL SLEEP by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 53. WITHOUT HER by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI TO CHLOE; AN APOLOGY FOR GOING INTO THE COUNTRY by JOHN WOLCOTT HILL MAN'S BURIAL by LILLIAN M. (PETTES) AINSWORTH SONG OF AN ATOM by JOSEPHINE BARNETT TRANSFORMATION by BEATRICE JEAN K. BOROFF ON THE RIGHT HONOURABLE CHARLES, LORD HERBERT by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |