Dive in from the sunlight smiting like a falchion
Underneath the awnings to the sudden shade,
Saunter through the packed lane
  Many-voiced, colourful,
  Rippling with the currents of the south and eastern trade.

Here are Persian carpets, ivory, and peachbloom,
  Tints to fill the heart of any child of man;
Here are copper rose-bowls,
  Leopard-skins, emeralds,
Scarlet slippers curly-toed and beads from Kordofan.

Water-sellers pass with brazen saucers tinkling,
  Hajjis in the doorways tell their amber beads;