Before the Feast of Shushan

Garden of Shushan!	
After Eden, all terrace, pool, and flower recollect thee:	
Ye weavers in saffron and haze and Tyrian purple,	
Tell yet what range in color wakes the eye;	
Sorcerer, release the dreams born here when	        
Drowsy, shifting palm-shade enspells the brain;	
And sound! ye with harp and flute ne'er essay	
Before these star-noted birds escaped from paradise awhile to	
Stir all dark, and dear, and passionate desire, till mine	
Arms go out to be mocked by the softly kissing body of the wind—	        
Slave, send Vashti to her King!	
 
The fiery wattles of the sun startle into flame	
The marbled towers of Shushan:	
So at each day's wane, two peers—the one in	
Heaven, the other on earth—welcome with their	        
Splendor the peerless beauty of the Queen.	
 
Cushioned at the Queen's feet and upon her knee	
Finding glory for mine head,—still, nearly shamed	
Am I, the King, to bend and kiss with sharp	
Breath the olive-pink of sandaled toes between;	        
Or lift me high to the magnet of a gaze, dusky,	
Like the pool when but the moon-ray strikes to its depth;	
Or closer press to crush a grape 'gainst lips redder	
Than the grape, a rose in the night of her hair;	
Then—Sharon's Rose in my arms.	        
 
And I am hard to force the petals wide;	
And you are fast to suffer and be sad.	
Is any prophet come to teach a new thing	
Now in a more apt time?	
Have him 'maze how you say love is sacrament;	        
How says Vashti, love is both bread and wine;	
How to the altar may not come to break and drink,	
Hulky flesh nor fleshly spirit!	
 
I, thy lord, like not manna for meat as a Judahn;	
I, thy master, drink, and red wine, plenty, and when	        
I thirst. Eat meat, and full, when I hunger.	
I, thy King, teach you and leave you, when I list.	
No woman in all Persia sets out strange action	
To confuse Persia's lord—	
Love is but desire and thy purpose fulfillment;	        
I, thy King, so say!