1. A flask of musk I donned, from ladies worn,
Whose youth recalled the draught that cheered me then,

2. Like raiment new of spirit young and light
That clothes the branch a pool has laved again.

3. In plumèd silk the ripeness of her flesh,
Long, lithe, and smooth, no shift to hide or shroud.

4. As though that graceful swaying were a breeze
Amongst Damascan branches dimly bowed,

5. Or clouds above a new moon’s crescent pale,
Or fleecy lambs that flock in pasture proud,

6. When dewdrops in the pitcher she distils
Sipped by the drinkers, as her gifts allow.