How pleasant an existence is. In the night
That is still to be silent images splash
Their lakes across the wall of a dark cafe:
Upon this screen appears a turquoise sea
With minarets distant. Laps upon red clay
This sea. Shimmer reflects this and that in it.
In the sea there prinks, bathed in moonlight,
The young emerald, Platonic evening star,
Wondering homunculus, one day
To become disdainful emperor of this or that.
Taj Mahal, Twilight: Charles W. Bartlett, 1919 (private collection)
Prayers at Sunset, Udaipur: Charles W. Bartlett, 1919 (Honolulu Academy of Arts)