In a twilight where virtues are vices,

In thy chapels, unknown of the sun,

To a tune that enthralls and entices,

They were wed, and the twain were as one.

For the tune from thine altar hath sounded

Since God bade the world’s work begin,

And the fume of thine incense abounded,

To sweeten the sin.

 

Honeysuckle, Moroccan jasmine, and opium smoke.