Aladdin and the Jinn

"Bring me soft song," said Aladdin.          "This tailor-shop sings not at all.          Chant me a word of the twilight,          Of roses that mourn in the fall.          Bring me a song like hashish          That will comfort the stale and the sad,          For I would be mending my spirit,          Forgetting these days that are bad,          Forgetting companions too shallow,          Their quarrels and arguments thin,          Forgetting the shouting Muezzin:" -          "I AM YOUR SLAVE," said the Jinn.          "Bring me old wines," said Aladdin.          "I have been a starved pauper too long.          Serve them in vessels of jade and of shell,          Serve them with fruit and with song: -          Wines of pre-Adamite Sultans          Digged from beneath the black seas: -          New-gathered dew from the heavens          Dripped down from Heaven's sweet trees,          Cups from the angels' pale tables          That will make me both handsome and wise,          For I have beheld her, the princess,          Firelight and starlight her eyes.          Pauper I am, I would woo her.          And - let me drink wine, to begin,          Though the Koran expressly forbids it."          "I AM YOUR SLAVE," said the Jinn.          "Plan me a dome," said Aladdin,          "That is drawn like the dawn of the MOON,          When the sphere seems to rest on the mountains,          Half-hidden, yet full-risen soon."          "Build me a dome," said Aladdin,          "That shall cause all young lovers to sigh,          The fullness of life and of beauty,          Peace beyond peace to the eye -          A palace of foam and of opal,          Pure moonlight without and within,          Where I may enthrone my sweet lady."          "I AM YOUR SLAVE," said the Jinn.