The sensuality of the descriptions clusters thick as the hasheesh-eater weaves a dream of ships on the Thames "with violet sails bringing incense for the braziers that perfume the streets," streets which are filled with people dressed in "
overcloaks of green and vestments of azure" (Dunsany 62) passing gracefully on their way under spires of gold stretching into an unbelievably blue sky (Dunsany 63), every evening enjoying golden sunsets and soft dulcimer music (Dunsany 61).