Exotic Perfume

  When, with closed eyes, on a hot afternoon,
  The scent of thine ardent breast I inhale,
  Celestial vistas my spirit assail;
  Caressed by the flames of an endless sun.

  A langorous island, where Nature abounds
  With exotic trees and luscious fruit;
  And with men whose bodies are slim and astute,
  And with women whose frankness delights and astounds.

  By thy perfume enticed to this region remote,
  A port I see, laden with mast and with boat,
  Still wearied and torn by the distant brine;

  While the tamarisk-odours that dreamily throng
  The air, round my slumberous senses intwine,
  And mix, in my soul, with the mariners' song.