As Watchers hang opon the East —

As Watchers hang opon the East —
As Beggars revel at a feast
By savory fancy spread —
As Books in Deserts, babble sweet
On Ear too far for the delight —
Heaven beguiles the tired.

As that same Watcher when the East
Opens the lid of Amethyst
And lets the morning go —
That Beggar, when an honored Guest —
Those thirsty lips to flagons pressed —
Heaven to us, if true.