What essences from Idumean palm

What essences from Idumean palm,
What ambergris, what sacerdotal wine,
What Arab myrrh, what spikenard, would be thine,
If I could swathe thy memory in such balm!
Oh, for wrecked gold, from depths for ever calm,
To fashion for thy name a fretted shrine;
Oh, for strange gems, still locked in virgin mine,
To stud the pyx, where thought would bring sweet psalm!
I have but this small rosary of rhyme,
No rubies but heart's drops, no pearls but tears,
To lay upon the altar of thy name,
O Mimma Bella; — on the shrine that Time
Makes ever holier for the soul, while years
Obliterate the rolls of human fame.