Snaffled cuffs link our hearts in chorus-- On baffled dream-seraglio of houris-- Oh never to awake from this bout of sleep Though shadows squander themselves and sunlight creeps. These eves are deep that shelter lonely eyes Turned inward, bitter till self-horrified-- The odalisque tamed by dusky charms Untongues the timid with her beckoning arms. --Daniel J. Weeks and Gregg Glory