Poem: With A Copy Of 'A House Of Pomegranates'

Poem: With A Copy Of 'A House Of Pomegranates'

 

Go, little book,

To him who, on a lute with horns of pearl,

Sang of the white feet of the Golden Girl:

And bid him look

Into thy pages:  it may hap that he

May find that golden maidens dance through thee.