By thy perfume enticed to this region remote, A port I see, laden with mast and with boat, Still wearied and torn by the distant brine
“He saw that there was no mood of the mind that had not its counterpart in the sensuous life, and set himself to discover their true relations, wondering what there was in frankincense that made one mystical, and in ambergris that stirred one’s passions, and in violets that woke the memory of dead romances, and in musk that troubled the brain, and in champak that stained the imagination ...” (p. 198)