The almond groves of Samarcand,
Bokhara, where red lilies blow,
And Oxus, by whose yellow sand
The grave white-turbaned merchants go.
—Oscar Wilde, “Ave Imperatrix” (1881)
The almond groves of Samarcand,
Bokhara, where red lilies blow,
And Oxus, by whose yellow sand
The grave white-turbaned merchants go.
—Oscar Wilde, “Ave Imperatrix” (1881)