What lies across my lonely bed

What lies across my lonely bed
Like tropic moonlight soft and pale?
What deeper gold is that outspread
Across my pillow like a vei?

What sudden fragrances are these
That voyage across the gloom to me,
With faint delirious ecstasies
From fairy gardens over sea?

What rustles in the curtained dusk
With the remembrance of a sigh,
As if a breath of wandering air
Should stir the poppies going by?

Lover of beauty, can it be
That from some far off foreign clime
The sumptuous night has brought to thee
The Rose of Beauty of all time?