In the soft wind that blows, 
You cloudship of the sky
Spreads a white sail and throws 
A shadow where I lie. 

And with my dreams is blent
A breath of spice and gums
Out of the Orient,
Betraying whence she comes.

Unto a land remote
To fill its rich bazaars
Sails this Arabian boat
Amid the island stars.

And in yon harbor calm,
Of Heaven's ocean blue;
Empties her freight of balm
The twilight's fragrant dew!