My Nest of Silk and Purple Dyes

In the sea of a hundred eyes,
my heart, my heart, my heart—
a nest of silk and purple dyes.

Thro’ smoke, and death, and hell,
from six hundred pomegranates shot,
the brigade of silver jaws fought and fell.

Flash’d from cannons—peacocks and doves,
gladder than silver, gladder than gold,
boldly singing of love.