Recently came across this subtle reference to the Nights in a poem by HD (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hilda_Doolittle).
The poem is called "The Walls Do Not Fall" and this is part 5:
When in the company of the gods,
I loved and was loved,
never was my mind stirred
to such rapture,
my heart moved
to such pleasure,
as now, to discover
over Love, a new master:
His, the track in the sand
from a plum-tree in flower
to a half-open hut-door,
(or track would have been,
but wind blows sand-prints from the sand,
whether seen or unseen):
His, the Genius in the jar
which the Fisherman finds,
He is Mage,
bringing myrrh.
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