Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam by Edward FitzGerald

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 Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night
 Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight:
 And Lo! the Hunter of the East has caught
 The Sultán's Turret in a Noose of Light.
 Wake! For the Sun behind yon Eastern height 
 Has chased the Session of the Stars from Night,
 And, to the field of Heav'n ascending, strikes 
 The Sultán's Turret with a Shaft of Light.
 Wake! For the Sun who scatter'd into flight
 The Stars before him from the Field of Night,
 Drives Night along with them from Heav'n, and strikes 
 The Sultán's Turret with a Shaft of Light.
 Wake! For the Sun, who scatter'd into flight
 The Stars before him from the Field of Night,
 Drives Night along with them from Heav'n, and strikes 
 The Sultán's Turret with a Shaft of Light.
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 Dreaming when Dawn's Left Hand was in the Sky
 I heard a Voice within the Tavern cry,"
 Awake, my Little ones, and fill the Cup"
 Before Life's Liquor in its Cup be dry."
 Before the phantom of False morning died, 
 Methought a Voice within the Tavern cried,
 "When all the Temple is prepared within, 
 "Why lags the drowsy Worshipper outside?"
 Before the phantom of False morning died, 
 Methought a Voice within the Tavern cried,
 "When all the Temple is prepared within, 
 "Why nods the drowsy Worshipper outside?"
 Before the phantom of False morning died, 
 Methought a Voice within the Tavern cried,
 "When all the Temple is prepared within, 
 "Why nods the drowsy Worshipper outside?"
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 And, as the Cock crew, those who stood before
 The Tavern shouted--"Open then the Door!
 "You know how little while we have to stay,
 "And, once departed, may return no more."
 And, as the Cock crew, those who stood before
 The Tavern shouted--"Open then the Door!
 "You know how little while we have to stay,
 "And, once departed, may return no more."
 And, as the Cock crew, those who stood before
 The Tavern shouted--"Open then the Door!
 "You know how little while we have to stay,
 "And, once departed, may return no more."
 And, as the Cock crew, those who stood before
 The Tavern shouted--"Open then the Door!
 "You know how little while we have to stay,
 "And, once departed, may return no more."
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 Now the New Year reviving old Desires.
 The thoughtful Soul to Solitude retires, 
 Where the White Hand Of Moses on the Bough
 Puts out, and Jesus from the Ground suspires.
 Now the New Year reviving old Desires.
 The thoughtful Soul to Solitude retires, 
 Where the White Hand Of Moses on the Bough 
 Puts out, and Jesus from the Ground suspires.
 Now the New Year reviving old Desires.
 The thoughtful Soul to Solitude retires, 
 Where the White Hand Of Moses on the Bough 
 Puts out, and Jesus from the Ground suspires.
 Now the New Year reviving old Desires.
 The thoughtful Soul to Solitude retires, 
 Where the White Hand Of Moses on the Bough 
 Puts out, and Jesus from the Ground suspires.
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 Iram indeed is gone with all his Rose,
 And Jamshýd's Sev'n-ring'd Cup where no one knows;
 But still the Vine her ancient Ruby yields,
 And still a Garden by the Water blows.
 Iram indeed is gone with all his Rose,
 And Jamshýd's Sev'n-ring'd Cup where no one knows;
 But still a Ruby gushes from the Vine,
 And many a Garden by the Water blows.
 Iram indeed is gone with all his Rose,
 And Jamshýd's Sev'n-ring'd Cup where no one knows;
 But still a Ruby gushes from the Vine,
 And many a Garden by the Water blows.
 Iram indeed is gone with all his Rose,
 And Jamshýd's Sev'n-ring'd Cup where no one knows;
 But still a Ruby gushes from the Vine,
 And many a Garden by the Water blows.
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 And David's Lips are lock't; but in divine
 High piping Pehlevi, with "Wine! Wine! Wine! 
 "Red Wine!"--the Nightingale cries to the Rose
 That yellow Cheek of hers to'incarnadine.
 And David's lips are lockt; but in divine
 High-piping Péhlevi, with "Wine! Wine! Wine!"
 Red Wine!"--the Nightingale cries to the Rose 
 That sallow cheek of hers to incarnadine.
 And David's lips are lockt; but in divine
 High-piping Péhlevi, with "Wine! Wine! Wine!"
 Red Wine!"--the Nightingale cries to the Rose 
 That sallow cheek of hers to incarnadine.
 And David's lips are lockt; but in divine
 High-piping Péhlevi, with "Wine! Wine! Wine!"
 Red Wine!"--the Nightingale cries to the Rose 
 That sallow cheek of hers to incarnadine.
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 Come, fill the Cup, and in the Fire of Spring
 The Winter Garment of Repentance fling:
 The Bird of Time has but a little way
 To fly--and lo! the Bird is on the Wing.
 Come, fill the Cup, and in the fire of Spring 
 Your Winter-garment of Repentance fling: 
 The Bird of Time has but a little way
 To flutter--and the Bird is on the Wing.
 Come, fill the Cup, and in the fire of Spring 
 Your Winter-garment of Repentance fling: 
 The Bird of Time has but a little way
 To flutter--and the Bird is on the Wing.
 Come, fill the Cup, and in the fire of Spring 
 Your Winter-garment of Repentance fling: 
 The Bird of Time has but a little way
 To flutter--and the Bird is on the Wing.
 
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   Whether at Naishápúr or Babylon,
 Whether the Cup with sweet or bitter run,
 The Wine of Life keeps oozing drop by drop,
 The Leaves of Life keep falling one by one.
 Whether at Naishápúr or Babylon,
 Whether the Cup with sweet or bitter run,
 The Wine of Life keeps oozing drop by drop,
 The Leaves of Life keep falling one by one.
 Whether at Naishápúr or Babylon,
 Whether the Cup with sweet or bitter run,
 The Wine of Life keeps oozing drop by drop,
 The Leaves of Life keep falling one by one.
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 And look--a thousand Blossoms with the Day
 Woke--and a thousand scatter'd into Clay:
 And this first Summer Month that brings the Rose
 Shall take Jamshýd and Kaikobád away.
 Morning a thousand Roses brings, you say;
 Yes, but where leaves the Rose of yesterday?
 And this first Summer month that brings the Rose
 Shall take Jamshýd and Kaikobád away.
 Each Morn a thousand Roses brings, you say:
 Yes, but where leaves the Rose of Yesterday?
 And this first Summer month that brings the Rose
 Shall take Jamshyd and Kaikobád away.
 Each Morn a thousand Roses brings, you say:
 Yes, but where leaves the Rose of Yesterday?
 And this first Summer month that brings the Rose
 Shall take Jamshyd and Kaikobád away.
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 But come with old Khayyám, and leave the Lot
 Of Kaikobád and Kaikhosrú forgot!
 Let Rustum lay about him as he will,
 Or Hátim Tai cry Supper--heed them not.
 Well, let it take them! What have we to do 
 With Kaikobád the Great, or Kaikhosrú?
 Let Rusturn cry "To Battle!" as he likes, 
 Or Hátim Tai "To Supper!" --heed not you.
 Well, let it take them! What have we to do 
 With Kaikobád the Great, or Kaikhosrú?
 Let Zál and Rustum thunder as they will,
 Or Hátim call to Supper--heed not you.
 Well, let it take them! What have we to do 
 With Kaikobád the Great, or Kaikhosrú?
 Let Zál and Rustum bluster as they will, 
 Or Hátim call to Supper--heed not you.
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 With me along some Strip of Herbage strown
 That just divides the desert from the sown,
 Where name of Slave and Sultan scarce is known,
 And pity Sultán Máhmúd on his Throne.
 With me along the strip of Herbage strown 
 That just divides the desert from the sown,
 Where name of Slave and Sultán is forgot --
 And Peace to Máhmúd on his golden Throne!
 With me along the strip of Herbage strown 
 That just divides the desert from the sown,
 Where name of Slave and Sultán is forgot --
 And Peace to Máhmúd on his golden Throne!
 With me along the strip of Herbage strown 
 That just divides the desert from the sown,
 Where name of Slave and Sultán is forgot --
 And Peace to Máhmúd on his golden Throne!
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 Here with a Loaf of Bread beneath the Bough,
 A Flask of Wine, a Book of Verse--and Thou
 Beside me singing in the Wilderness--
 And Wilderness is Paradise enow.
 Here with a little Bread beneath the Bough,
 A Flask of Wine, a Book of Verse--and Thou
 Beside me singing in the Wilderness--
 Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow!
 A Book of Verses underneath the Bough,
 A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread---and Thou
 Beside me singing in the Wilderness--
 Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow!
 A Book of Verses underneath the Bough,
 A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread---and Thou
 Beside me singing in the Wilderness--
 Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow!
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 "How sweet is mortal Sovranty!"--think some:
 Others--"How blest the Paradise to come!"
 Ah, take the Cash in hand and wave the Rest;
 Oh, the brave Music of a distant Drum!
 Some for the Glories of This World; and some
 Sigh for the Prophet's Paradise to come;
 Ah, take the Cash, and let the Promise go,
 Nor heed the music of a distant Drum!
 Some for the Glories of This World; and some
 Sigh for the Prophet's Paradise to come;
 Ah, take the Cash, and let the Credit go,
 Nor heed the rumble of a distant Drum!
 Some for the Glories of This World; and some
 Sigh for the Prophet's Paradise to come;
 Ah, take the Cash, and let the Credit go,
 Nor heed the rumble of a distant Drum!
 
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   Were it not Folly, Spider-like to spin
The Thread of present Life away to win
What? for ourselves, who know not if we shall
Breathe out the very Breath we now breathe in!
   
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 Look to the Rose that blows about us--"Lo,
 "Laughing," she says, "into the World I blow:
 "At once the silken Tassel of my Purse 
 "Tear, and its Treasure on the Garden throw."
 Look to the blowing Rose about us--"Lo, 
 "Laughing," she says, "into the world I blow: 
 "At once the silken tassel of my Purse
 "Tear, and its Treasure on the Garden throw."
 Look to the blowing Rose about us--"Lo, 
 "Laughing," she says, "into the world I blow: 
 "At once the silken tassel of my Purse
 "Tear, and its Treasure on the Garden throw."
 Look to the blowing Rose about us--"Lo, 
 "Laughing," she says, "into the world I blow: 
 "At once the silken tassel of my Purse
 "Tear, and its Treasure on the Garden throw."
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 The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon
 Turns Ashes--or it prospers; and anon,
 Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty Face
 Lighting a little Hour or two---is gone.
 The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon
 Turns Ashes---or it prospers; and anon,
 Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty Face,
 Lighting a little hour or two--was gone.
 The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon
 Turns Ashes---or it prospers; and anon,
 Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty Face,
 Lighting a little hour or two--was gone.
 The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon
 Turns Ashes--or it prospers; and anon,
 Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty Face
 Lighting a little Hour or two---is gone.
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 And those who husbanded the Golden Grain,
 And those who flung it to the Winds like Rain,
 Alike to no such aureate Earth are turn'd
 As, buried once, Men want dug up again.
 For those who husbanded the Golden grain,
 And those who flung it to the winds like Rain,
 Alike to no such aureate Earth are turn'd
 As, buried once, Men want dug up again.
 And those who husbanded the Golden Grain,
 And those who flung it to the Winds like Rain,
 Alike to no such aureate Earth are turn'd
 As, buried once, Men want dug up again.
 And those who husbanded the Golden Grain,
 And those who flung it to the Winds like Rain,
 Alike to no such aureate Earth are turn'd
 As, buried once, Men want dug up again.
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 Think, in this batter'd Caravanserai
 Whose Doorways are alternate Night and Day,
 How Sultán after Sultán with his Pomp
 Abode his Hour or two, and went his way.
 Think, in this batter'd Caravanserai
 Whose Portals are alternate Night and Day,
 How Sultán after Sultán with his Pomp
 Abode his destin'd Hour, and went his way.
 Think, in this batter'd Caravanserai
 Whose Portals are alternate Night and Day,
 How Sultán after Sultán with his Pomp
 Abode his destin'd Hour, and went his way.
 Think, in this batter'd Caravanserai
 Whose Portals are alternate Night and Day,
 How Sultán after Sultán with his Pomp
 Abode his destin'd Hour, and went his way.
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 They say the Lion and the Lizard keep
 The Courts where Jamshýd gloried and drank deep;
 And Bahrám, that great Hunter--the Wild Ass
 Stamps o'er his Head, and he lies fast asleep.
 They say the Lion and the Lizard keep
 The Courts where Jamshýd gloried and drank deep:
 And Bahrám, that great Hunter--the Wild Ass
 Stamps o'er his Head, but cannot break his Sleep.
 They say the Lion and the Lizard keep
 The Courts where Jamshýd gloried and drank deep:
 And Bahrám, that great Hunter--the Wild Ass
 Stamps o'er his Head, but cannot break his Sleep.
 They say the Lion and the Lizard keep
 The Courts where Jamshýd gloried and drank deep:
 And Bahrám, that great Hunter--the Wild Ass
 Stamps o'er his Head, but cannot break his Sleep.
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 I sometimes think that never blows so red
 The Rose as where some buried Cæsar bled;
 That every Hyacinth the Garden wears
 Dropt in its Lap from some once lovely Head.
 I sometimes think that never blows so red
 The Rose as where some buried Cæsar bled;
 That every Hyacinth the Garden wears
 Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head.
 I sometimes think that never blows so red
 The Rose as where some buried Cæsar bled;
 That every Hyacinth the Garden wears
 Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head.
 I sometimes think that never blows so red
 The Rose as where some buried Cæsar bled;
 That every Hyacinth the Garden wears
 Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head.
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 And this delightful Herb whose tender Green
 Fledges the River's Lip on which we lean--
 Ah, lean upon it lightly! for who knows
 From what once lovely Lip it springs unseen!
 And this delightful Herb whose living Green 
 Fledges the River's Lip on which we lean--
 Ah, lean upon it lightly! for who knows 
 From what once lovely Lip it springs unseen!
 And this delightful Herb whose tender Green
 Fledges the River's Lip on which we lean--
 Ah, lean upon it lightly! for who knows
 From what once lovely Lip it springs unseen!
 And this delightful Herb whose tender Green
 Fledges the River's Lip on which we lean--
 Ah, lean upon it lightly! for who knows
 From what once lovely Lip it springs unseen!
 
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   The Palace that to Heav'n his pillars threw,
 And Kings the forehead on his threshold drew--
 I saw the solitary Ringdove there,
 And "Coo, coo, coo," she cried; and "Coo, coo, coo."
   
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 Ah, my Beloved, fill the Cup that clears
 TO-DAY of past Regrets and future Fears:
 To-morrow! Why, To-morrow I may be
 Myself with Yesterday's Sev'n thousand Years.
 Ah, my Beloved, fill the Cup that clears
 TO-DAY of past Regrets and future Fears:
 To-morrow! Why, To-morrow I may be
 Myself with Yesterday's Sev'n thousand Years.
 Ah, my Beloved, fill the Cup that clears
 TO-DAY of past Regrets and future Fears:
 To-morrow! Why, To-morrow I may be
 Myself with Yesterday's Sev'n thousand Years.
 Ah, my Beloved, fill the Cup that clears
 TO-DAY of past Regrets and future Fears:
 To-morrow! Why, To-morrow I may be
 Myself with Yesterday's Sev'n thousand Years.
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 Lo! some we loved, the loveliest and best
 That Time and Fate of all their Vintage prest,
 Have drunk their Cup a Round or two before,
 And one by one crept silently to Rest.
 For some we loved, the loveliest and the best 
 That from his Vintage rolling Time has prest,
 Have drunk their Cup a Round or two before, 
 And one by one crept silently to rest.
 For some we loved, the loveliest and the best 
 That from his Vintage rolling Time has prest,
 Have drunk their Cup a Round or two before, 
 And one by one crept silently to rest.
 For some we loved, the loveliest and the best 
 That from his Vintage rolling Time hath prest,
 Have drunk their Cup a Round or two before, 
 And one by one crept silently to rest.
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 And we, that now make merry in the Room
 They left, and Summer dresses in new Bloom,
 Ourselves must we beneath the Couch of Earth
 Descend, ourselves to make a Couch--for whom?
 And we, that now make merry in the Room
 They left, and Summer dresses in new Bloom,
 Ourselves must we beneath the Couch of Earth
 Descend, ourselves to make a Couch--for whom?
 And we, that now make merry in the Room
 They left, and Summer dresses in new Bloom,
 Ourselves must we beneath the Couch of Earth
 Descend, ourselves to make a Couch--for whom?
 And we, that now make merry in the Room
 They left, and Summer dresses in new Bloom,
 Ourselves must we beneath the Couch of Earth
 Descend, ourselves to make a Couch--for whom?
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 Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend,
 Before we too into the Dust descend;
 Dust into Dust, and under Dust, to lie,
 Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and--sans End!
 Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend,
 Before we too into the Dust descend;
 Dust into Dust, and under Dust, to lie,
 Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and--sans End!
 Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend,
 Before we too into the Dust descend;
 Dust into Dust, and under Dust, to lie,
 Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and--sans End!
 Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend,
 Before we too into the Dust descend;
 Dust into Dust, and under Dust, to lie,
 Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and--sans End!
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 Alike for those who for TO-DAY prepare,
 And those that after a TO-MORROW stare,
 A Muezzin from the Tower of Darkness cries"
 Fools! your Reward is neither Here nor There!"
 Alike for those who for TO-DAY prepare,
 And those that after some TO-MORROW stare,
 A Muezzin from the Tower of Darkness cries,"
 Fools! your Reward is neither Here nor There!"
 Alike for those who for TO-DAY prepare,
 And those that after some TO-MORROW stare,
 A Muezzin from the Tower of Darkness cries,"
 Fools! your Reward is neither Here nor There!"
 Alike for those who for TO-DAY prepare,
 And those that after some TO-MORROW stare,
 A Muezzin from the Tower of Darkness cries,"
 Fools! your Reward is neither Here nor There!"
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 Why, all the Saints and Sages who discuss'd
 Of the Two Worlds so learnedly, are thrust
 Like foolish Prophets forth; their Words to Scorn
 Are scatter'd, and their Mouths are stopt with Dust.
 Why, all the Saints and Sages who discuss'd
 Of the Two Worlds so learnedly, are thrust
 Like foolish Prophets forth; their Words to Scorn
 Are scatter'd, and their Mouths are stopt with Dust.
 Why, all the Saints and Sages who discuss'd
 Of the Two Worlds so learnedly, are thrust
 Like foolish Prophets forth; their Words to Scorn
 Are scatter'd, and their Mouths are stopt with Dust.
  Why, all the Saints and Sages who discuss'd
 Of the Two Worlds so wisely they are thrust
 Like foolish Prophets forth; their Words to Scorn
 Are scatter'd, and their Mouths are stopt with Dust.
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 Oh, come with old Khayyám, and leave the Wise
 To talk; one thing is certain, that Life flies; 
 One thing is certain, and the Rest is Lies ;
 The Flower that once has blown for ever dies.
 Another Voice, when I am sleeping, cries,
 "The Flower should open with the Morning skies."
 And a retreating Whisper, as I wake--
 "The Flower that once has blown for ever dies."
 
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 Myself when young did eagerly frequent
 Doctor and Saint, and heard great Argument
 About it and about: but evermore
 Came out by the same Door as in I went.
 Myself when young did eagerly frequent
 Doctor and Saint, and heard great Argument
 About it and about: but evermore
 Came out by the same Door as in I went.
 Myself when young did eagerly frequent
 Doctor and Saint, and heard great Argument
 About it and about: but evermore
 Came out by the same Door where in I went.
 Myself when young did eagerly frequent
 Doctor and Saint, and heard great Argument
 About it and about: but evermore
 Came out by the same Door where in I went.
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 With them the Seed of Wisdom did I sow,
And with my own hand labour'd it to grow:
And this was all the Harvest that I reap'd-
"I came like Water, and like Wind I go."
 With them the seed of Wisdom did I sow,
 And with my own hand wrought to make it grow:
 And this was all the Harvest that I reap'd--
 "I came like Water, and like Wind I go."
 With them the seed of Wisdom did I sow,
 And with my own hand wrought to make it grow:
 And this was all the Harvest that I reap'd--
 "I came like Water, and like Wind I go."
 With them the seed of Wisdom did I sow,
 And with my own hand wrought to make it grow:
 And this was all the Harvest that I reap'd--
 "I came like Water, and like Wind I go."
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 Into this Universe, and why not knowing,
 Nor whence, like Water willy-nilly flowing:
 And out of it, as Wind along the Waste,
 I know not whither, willy-nilly blowing.
 Into this Universe, and why not knowing,
 Nor whence, like Water willy-nilly flowing:
 And out of it, as Wind along the Waste,
 I know not whither, willy-nilly blowing.
 Into this Universe, and why not knowing,
 Nor whence, like Water willy-nilly flowing:
 And out of it, as Wind along the Waste,
 I know not whither, willy-nilly blowing.
 Into this Universe, and why not knowing,
 Nor whence, like Water willy-nilly flowing:
 And out of it, as Wind along the Waste,
 I know not whither, willy-nilly blowing.
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 What, without asking, hither hurried whence?
 And, without asking, whither hurried hence!
 Another and another Cup to drown
 The Memory of this Impertinence!
 What, without asking, hither hurried Whence? 
 And, without asking, Whither hurried hence!
 Ah, contrite Heav'n endowed us with the Vine 
 To drug the memory of that insolence!
 What, without asking, hither hurried Whence? 
 And, without asking, Whither hurried hence!
 Oh, many a Cup of this forbidden Wine 
 Must drown the memory of that insolence!
 What, without asking, hither hurried Whence? 
 And, without asking, Whither hurried hence!
 Oh, many a Cup of this forbidden Wine 
 Must drown the memory of that insolence!
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Up from Earth's Centre through the Seventh Gate
 I rose, and on the Throne of Saturn sate,
 And many Knots unravel'd by the Road;
 But not the Knot of Human Death and Fate.
 Up from Earth's Centre through the Seventh Gate
 I rose, and on the Throne of Saturn sate,
 And many Knots unravel'd by the Road;
 But not the Master-Knot of Human Fate.
 Up from Earth's Centre through the Seventh Gate
 I rose, and on the Throne of Saturn sate,
 And many a Knot unravel'd by the Road;
 But not the Master-knot of Human Fate.
 Up from Earth's Centre through the Seventh Gate
 I rose, and on the Throne of Saturn sate,
 And many a Knot unravel'd by the Road;
 But not the Master-knot of Human Fate.
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 There was a Door to which I found no Key:
 There was a Veil past which I could not see:
 Some little Talk awhile of ME and THEE;
 There seem'd--and then no more of THEE, and ME.
 There was the Door to which I found no Key:
 There was the Veil through which I could not see: 
 Some little talk awhile of ME and THEE
 There was--and then no more of THEE and ME.
 There was the Door to which I found no Key:
 There was the Veil through which I could not see: 
 Some little talk awhile of ME and THEE
 There was--and then no more of THEE and ME.
 There was the Door to which I found no Key:
 There was the Veil through which I might not see: 
 Some little talk awhile of ME and THEE
 There was--and then no more of THEE and ME.
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 Then to the rolling Heav'n itself I cried, Asking, 
 "What Lamp had Destiny to guide"
 Her little Children stumbling in the Dark?"
 And--"A blind Understanding!" Heav'n replied.
   
 
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   Earth could not answer; nor the Seas that mourn
 In flowing Purple, of their Lord forlorn;
 Nor Heav'n, with those eternal Signs reveal'd
 And hidden by the sleeve of Night and Morn.
 Earth could not answer; nor the Seas that mourn
 In flowing Purple, of their Lord forlorn;
 Nor rolling Heaven, with all his Signs reveal'd
 And hidden by the sleeve of Night and Morn.
 Myself when young did eagerly frequent
 Doctor and Saint, and heard great Argument
 About it and about: but evermore
 Came out by the same Door where in I went.
 
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   Then of the THEE IN ME who works behind
 The Veil of Universe I cried to find
 A Lamp to guide me through the Darkness; and
 Something then said--"An Understanding blind."
 Then of the THEE IN ME who works behind
 The Veil, I lifted up my hands to find
 A Lamp amid the Darkness; and I heard,
 As from Without--"THE ME WITHIN THEE BLIND!"
 Then of the THEE IN ME who works behind
 The Veil, I lifted up my hands to find
 A Lamp amid the Darkness; and I heard,
 As from Without--"THE ME WITHIN THEE BLIND!"
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 Then to this earthen Bowl did I adjourn
 My Lip the secret Well of Life to learn:
 And Lip to Lip it murmur'd--"While you live
 "Drink!--for once dead you never shall return."
 Then to the Lip of this poor earthen Urn
 I lean'd, the secret Wellof Life to learn:
 And Lip to Lip it murmur'd--"While you live,
 "Drink !--for, once dead, you never shall return."
 Then to the Lip of this poor earthen Urn 
 I lean'd, the Secret of my Life to learn:
 And Lip to Lip it murmur'd---"While you live,
 "Drink!--for, once dead, you never shall return."
 Then to the Lip of this poor earthen Urn 
 I lean'd, the Secret of my Life to learn:
 And Lip to Lip it murmur'd---"While you live,
 "Drink!--for, once dead, you never shall return."
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 I think the Vessel, that with fugitive
 Articulation answer'd, once did live,
 And merry-make; and the cold Lip I kiss'd
 How many Kisses might it take—and give!
 I think the Vessel, that with fugitive
 Articulation answer'd, once did live,
 And drink; and that impassive Lip I kiss'd,
 How many Kisses might it take--and give!
 I think the Vessel, that with fugitive
 Articulation answer'd, once did live,
 And drink; and Ah! the passive Lip I kiss'd,
 How many Kisses might it take--and give!
 I think the Vessel, that with fugitive
 Articulation answer'd, once did live,
 And drink; and Ah! the passive Lip I kiss'd,
 How many Kisses might it take--and give!
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 For in the Market-place, one Dusk of Day,
 I watch'd the Potter thumping his wet Clay:
 And with its all obliterated Tongue
 It murmur'd--"Gently, Brother, gently, pray !"
 For I remember stopping by the way
 To watch a Potter thumping his wet Clay:
 And with its all-obliterated Tongue
 It murmur'd--"Gently, Brother, gently, pray!"
 For I remember stopping by the way
 To watch a Potter thumping his wet Clay:
 And with its all-obliterated Tongue
 It murmur'd--"Gently, Brother, gently, pray!"
 For I remember stopping by the way
 To watch a Potter thumping his wet Clay:
 And with its all-obliterated Tongue
 It murmur'd--"Gently, Brother, gently, pray!"
 
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 For has not such a Story from of Old
 Down Man's successive generations roll'd
 Of such a clod of saturated Earth
 Cast by the Maker into Human mould?
 Listen--a moment listen!--Of the same
 Poor Earth from which that Human Whisper came
 The luckless Mould in which Mankind was cast
 They did compose, and call'd him by the name.
 And has not such a Story from of Old
 Down Man's successive generations roll'd
 Of such a clod of saturated Earth
 Cast by the Maker into Human mould?
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 Ah, fill the Cup :--what boots it to repeat
 How Time is slipping underneath our Feet:
 Unborn TO-MORROW, and dead YESTERDAY,
 Why fret about them if TO-DAY be sweet!
   
 
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   And not a drop that from our Cups we throw
 On the parcht herbage but may steal below
 To quench the fire of Anguish in some Eye
 There hidden--far beneath, and long ago.
 And not a drop that from our Cups we throw
 For Earth to drink of, but may steal below
 To quench the fire of Anguish in some Eye
 There hidden--far beneath, and long ago.
 And not a drop that from our Cups we throw
 For Earth to drink of, but may steal below
 To quench the fire of Anguish in some Eye
 There hidden--far beneath, and long ago.
 
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   As then the Tulip for her wonted sup
 Of Heavenly Vintage lifts her chalice up,
 Do you, twin offspring of the soil, till Heav'n
 To Earth invert you like an empty Cup.
 As then the Tulip for her morning sup
 Of Heav'nly Vintage from the soil looks up,
 Do you devoutly do the like, till Heav'n
 To Earth invert you like an empty Cup.
 As then the Tulip for her morning sup
 Of Heav'nly Vintage from the soil looks up,
 Do you devoutly do the like, till Heav'n
 To Earth invert you like an empty Cup.
 
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   Do you, within your little hour of Grace, 
 The waving Cypress in your Arms enlace,
 Before the Mother back into her arms 
 Fold, and dissolve you in a last embrace.
   
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 One Moment in Annihilation's Waste,
 One Moment, of the Well of Life to taste--
 The Stars are setting and the Caravan
 Starts for the Dawn of Nothing--Oh, make haste!
 One Moment in Annihilation's Waste,
 One Moment, of the Well of Life to taste--
 The Stars are setting, and the Caravan
 Draws to the Dawn of Nothing--Oh make haste!
 A Moment's Halt—a momentary taste
 Of BEING from the Well amid the Waste--
 And LO!--the phantom Caravan has reach'd
 The NOTHING it set out from--Oh, make haste!
 A Moment's Halt—a momentary taste
 Of BEING from the Well amid the Waste--
 And LO!--the phantom Caravan has reach'd
 The NOTHING it set out from--Oh, make haste!
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 How long, how long, in infinite Pursuit 
Of this and That endeavour and dispute?
 Better be merry with the fruitful Grape
 Than sadden after none, or bitter, Fruit.
 Waste not your Hour, nor in the vain pursuit 
 Of This and That endeavour and dispute;
 Better he merry with the fruitful Grape 
 Than sadden after none, or bitter, Fruit.
 Waste not your Hour, nor in the vain pursuit 
 Of This and That endeavour and dispute;
 Better be jocund with the fruitful Grape 
 Than sadden after none, or bitter, Fruit.
 Waste not your Hour, nor in the vain pursuit 
 Of This and That endeavour and dispute;
 Better be jocund with the fruitful Grape 
 Than sadden after none, or bitter, Fruit.
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 You know, my Friends, how long since in my House
 For a new Marriage I did make Carouse:
 Divorced old barren Reason from my Bed,
 And took the Daughter of the Vine to Spouse.
 You know, my Friends, how bravely in my House
 For a new Marriage I did make Carouse:
 Divorced old barren Reason from my Bed.
 And took the Daughter of the Vine to Spouse.
 You know, my Friends, with what a brave Carouse
 I made a Second Marriage in my house;
 Divorced old barren Reason from my Bed,
 And took the Daughter of the Vine to Spouse.
 Myself when young did eagerly frequent
 Doctor and Saint, and heard great Argument
 About it and about: but evermore
 Came out by the same Door where in I went.
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 For "IS" and IS-NOT though with Rule and Line,
 And "UP-AND-DOWN" Without, I could define,
 I yet in all I only cared to know
 Was never deep in anything but--Wine.
 For "IS" and "IS NOT" though with Rule and Line,
 And "UP-AND-DOWN" by Logic I define, 
 Of all that one should care to fathom, I
 Was never deep in anything but--Wine.
 For "IS" and "IS NOT" though with Rule and Line,
 And "UP-AND-DOWN" by Logic I define, 
 Of all that one should care to fathom, I
 Was never deep in anything but--Wine.
 For "IS" and "IS NOT" though with Rule and Line,
 And "UP-AND-DOWN" by Logic I define, 
 Of all that one should care to fathom, I
 Was never deep in anything but--Wine.
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 And lately, by the Tavern Door agape,
 Came stealing through the Dusk an Angel Shape
 Bearing a Vessel on his Shoulder; and
 He bid me taste of it; and 'twas--the Grape!
 And lately, by the Tavern Door agape,
 Came shining through the Dusk an Angel Shape
 Bearing a Vessel on his Shoulder; and
 He bid me taste of it; and 'twas--the Grape!
 And lately, by the Tavern Door agape,
 Came shining through the Dusk an Angel Shape
 Bearing a Vessel on his Shoulder; and
 He bid me taste of it; and 'twas--the Grape!
 And lately, by the Tavern Door agape,
 Came shining through the Dusk an Angel Shape
 Bearing a Vessel on his Shoulder; and
 He bid me taste of it; and 'twas--the Grape!
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 The Grape that can with Logic absolute
 The Two-and-Seventy jarring Sects confute:
 The subtle Alchemist that in a Trice
 Life's leaden Metal into Gold transmute.
 The Grape that can with Logic absolute
 The Two-and-Seventy jarring Sects confute:
 The sovereign Alchemist that in a trice
 Life's leaden metal into Gold transmute:
 The Grape that can with Logic absolute
 The Two-and-Seventy jarring Sects confute:
 The sovereign Alchemist that in a trice
 Life's leaden metal into Gold transmute:
 The Grape that can with Logic absolute
 The Two-and-Seventy jarring Sects confute:
 The sovereign Alchemist that in a trice
 Life's leaden metal into Gold transmute:
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 The mighty Mahmúd, the victorious Lord,
 That all the misbelieving and black Horde 
 Of Fears and Sorrows that infest the Soul
 Scatters and slays with his enchanted Sword.
 The mighty Mahmúd, Allah-breathing Lord,
 That all the misbelieving and black Horde 
 Of Fears and Sorrows that infest the Soul
 Scatters before him with his whirlwind Sword.
 The mighty Mahmúd, Allah-breathing Lord,
 That all the misbelieving and black Horde 
 Of Fears and Sorrows that infest the Soul
 Scatters before him with his whirlwind Sword.
 The mighty Mahmúd, Allah-breathing Lord,
 That all the misbelieving and black Horde 
 Of Fears and Sorrows that infest the Soul
 Scatters before him with his whirlwind Sword.
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 But leave the Wise to wrangle, and with me
 The Quarrel of the Universe let be:
 And, in some corner of the Hubbub coucht, 
Make Game of that which makes as much of Thee.
   
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 For in and out, above, about, below,'
 Tis nothing but a Magic Shadow-show,
 Play'd in a Box whose Candle is the Sun,
 Round which we Phantom Figures come and go.
 We are no other than a moving row
 Of visionary Shapes that come and go
 Round with this Sun-illumin'd Lantern held
 In Midnight by the Master of the Show;
 We are no other than a moving row
 Of Magic Shadow-shapes that come and go
 Round with the Sun-illumin'd Lantern held
 In Midnight by the Master of the Show;
 We are no other than a moving row
 Of Magic Shadow-shapes that come and go
 Round with the Sun-illumin'd Lantern held
 In Midnight by the Master of the Show;
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 And if the Wine you drink, the Lip you press,
 End in the Nothing all Things end in--Yes---
 Then fancy while Thou art, Thou art but what
 Thou shalt be---Nothing--thou shalt not be less.
 And if the Cup you drink, the Lip you press, 
 End in what All begins and ends in--Yes; 
 Imagine then you are what heretofore
 You were--hereafter you shall not be less.
 And if the Wine you drink, the Lip you press, 
 End in what All begins and ends in--Yes;
 Think then you are TO-DAY what YESTERDAY 
 You were--TO-MORROW you shall not be less.
 Myself when young did eagerly frequent
 Doctor and Saint, and heard great Argument
 About it and about: but evermore
 Came out by the same Door where in I went.
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 While the Rose blows along the River Brink,
 With old Khayyám the Ruby Vintage drink:
 And when the Angel with his darker Draught
 Draws up to Thee--take that, and do not shrink.
 So when at last the Angel of the drink
 Of Darkness finds you by the river-brink,
 And, proffering his Cup, invites your Soul
 Forth to your Lips to quaff it--do not shrink.
 So when the Angel of the darker Drink
 At last shall find you by the river-brink,
 And, offering his Cup, invite your Soul
 Forth to your Lips to quaff--you shall not shrink.
 So when the Angel of the darker Drink
 At last shall find you by the river-brink,
 And, offering his Cup, invite your Soul
 Forth to your Lips to quaff--you shall not shrink.
 
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   And fear not lest Existence closing your
 Account, should lose, or know the type no more;
 The Eternal Sáki from that Bowl has pour'd 
 Millions of Bubbles like us, and will pour.
 And fear not lest Existence closing your
 Account, and mine, should know the like no more;
 The Eternal Sáki from the Bowl has pour'd
 Millions of Bubbles like us, and will pour.
 And fear not lest Existence closing your 
 Account, and mine, should know the like no more;
 The Eternal Sáki from that Bowl has pour'd 
 Millions of Bubbles like us, and will pour.
 
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   When You and I behind the Veil are past,
 Oh but the long long while the World shall last
 Which of our Coming and Departure heeds
 As much as Ocean of a pebble-cast.
 When You and I behind the Veil are past,
 Oh but the long, long while the World shall last,
 Which of our Coming and Departure heeds
 As the Sev'n Seas should heed a pebble-cast.
 When You and I behind the Veil are past,
 Oh, but the long, long while the World shall last,
 Which of our Coming and Departure heeds
 As the Sea's self should heed a pebble-cast.
 
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   Would you that spangle of Existence spend
 About THE SECRET -- quick about it, Friend!
 A Hair, they say, divides the False and True --
 And upon what, prithee, does Life depend?
 Would you that spangle of Existence spend
 About THE SECRET--quick about it, Friend!
 A Hair perhaps divides the False and True--
 And upon what, prithee does Life depend?
 Would you that spangle of Existence spend
 About THE SECRET--quick about it, Friend!
 A Hair perhaps divides the False and True--
 And upon what, prithee, may life depend? 
 
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   A Hair, they say, divides the False and True;
 Yes; and a single Alif were the clue,
 Could you but find it, to the Treasure-house,
 And peradventure to THE MASTER too;
 A Hair, they say, divides the False and True;
 Yes; and a single Alif were the clue,
 Could you but find it, to the Treasure-house,
 And peradventure to THE MASTER too;
 A Hair, they say, divides the False and True;
 Yes; and a single Alif were the clue,
 Could you but find it, to the Treasure-house,
 And peradventure to THE MASTER too;
 
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   Whose secret Presence, through Creation's veins
 Running, Quicksilver-like eludes your pains:
 Taking all shapes from Máh to Máhi; and 
 They change and perish all--but He remains;
 Whose secret Presence, through Creation's veins
 Running, Quicksilver-like eludes your pains:
 Taking all shapes from Máh to Máhi; and 
 They change and perish all--but He remains;
 Whose secret Presence, through Creation's veins
 Running, Quicksilver-like eludes your pains:
 Taking all shapes from Máh to Máhi; and 
 They change and perish all--but He remains;
 
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   A moment guess'd--then back behind the Fold
 Immerst of Darkness round the Drama roll'd
 Which, for the Pastime of Eternity,
 He does Himself contrive, enact, behold.
 A moment guess'd--then back behind the Fold
 Immerst of Darkness round the Drama roll'd
 Which, for the Pastime of Eternity,
 He does Himself contrive, enact, behold.
 A moment guess'd--then back behind the Fold
 Immerst of Darkness round the Drama roll'd
 Which, for the Pastime of Eternity,
 He does Himself contrive, enact, behold.
 
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   But if in vain, down on the stubborn floor
 Of Earth, and up to Heav'n's unopening Door,
 You gaze To-day, while You are You--how then
 To-morrow, You when shall be You no more
 But if in vain, down on the stubborn floor
 Of Earth, and up to Heav'n's unopening Door,
 You gaze To-day, while You are You--how then
 To-morrow, You when shall be You no more
 But if in vain, down on the stubborn floor
 Of Earth, and up to Heav'n's unopening Door,
 You gaze To-day, while You are You--how then
 To-morrow, when You shall be You no more
 
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   Oh, plagued no more with Human or Divine
 To-morrow's tangle to itself resign,
 And lose your fingers in the tresses of
 The Cypress-slender Minister of Wine.
 Perplext no more with Human or Divine, 
 To-morrow's tangle to the winds resign,
 And lose your fingers in the tresses of 
 The Cypress-slender Minister of Wine.
 Perplext no more with Human or Divine, 
 To-morrow's tangle to the winds resign,
 And lose your fingers in the tresses of 
 The Cypress-slender Minister of Wine.
 
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   Ah, but my Computations, People say,
Have squared the Year to human compass, eh?
If so, by striking from the Calendar
Unborn To-morrow and dead Yesterday.
 Ah, but my Computations, People say, 
 Reduced the Year to better reckoning?--Nay,
 'Twas only striking from the Calendar 
 Unborn To-morrow, and dead Yesterday.
 Ah, but my Computations, People say, 
 Reduced the Year to better reckoning?--Nay,
 'Twas only striking from the Calendar 
 Unborn To-morrow, and dead Yesterday.
 
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   Why, be this Juice the growth of God, who dare
 Blaspheme the twisted tendril as a Snare?
 A Blessing, we should use it, should we not?
 And if a Curse--why, then, Who set it there?
 Why, be this Juice the growth of God, who dare
 Blaspheme the twisted tendril as a Snare?
 A Blessing, we should use it, should we not?
 And if a Curse--why, then, Who set it there?
 Why, be this Juice the growth of God, who dare
 Blaspheme the twisted tendril as a Snare?
 A Blessing, we should use it, should we not?
 And if a Curse--why, then, Who set it there?
 
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   I must abjure the Balm of Life, I must, 
 Scared by some After-reckoning ta'en on trust,
 Or lured with Hope of some Diviner Drink, 
 When the frail Cup is crumbled into Dust!
 I must abjure the Balm of Life, I must,
 Scared by some After-reckoning ta'en on trust, 
 Or lured with Hope of some Diviner Drink,
 To fill the Cup--when crumbled into Dust!
 I must abjure the Balm of Life, I must,
 Scared by some After-reckoning ta'en on trust, 
 Or lured with Hope of some Diviner Drink,
 To fill the Cup--when crumbled into Dust!
 
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   If but the Vine and Love-abjuring Band 
 Are in the Prophet's Paradise to stand,
 Alack, I doubt the Prophet's Paradise
 Were empty as the hollow of one's Hand.
   
 
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   Oh threats of Hell and Hopes of Paradise! 
 One thing at least is certain--This Life flies: 
 One thing is certain and the rest is lies;
 The Flower that once is blown for ever dies.
 Oh threats of Hell and Hopes of Paradise! 
 One thing at least is certain--This Life flies: 
 One thing is certain and the rest is lies;
 The Flower that once is blown for ever dies.
 Oh threats of Hell and Hopes of Paradise! 
 One thing at least is certain--This Life flies: 
 One thing is certain and the rest is lies;
 The Flower that once is blown for ever dies.
 
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   Strange, is it not? that of the myriads who
 Before us pass'd the door of Darkness through
 Not one returns to tell us of the Road,
 Which to discover we must travel too.
 Strange, is it not? that of the myriads who
 Before us pass'd the door of Darkness through
 Not one returns to tell us of the Road,
 Which to discover we must travel too.
 Strange, is it not? that of the myriads who
 Before us pass'd the door of Darkness through
 Not one returns to tell us of the Road,
 Which to discover we must travel too.
 
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   The Revelations of Devout and Learn'd
 Who rose before us, and as Prophets burn'd,
 Are all but Stories, which, awoke from Sleep
 They told their fellows, and to Sleep return'd.
 The Revelations of Devout and Learn'd
 Who rose before us, and as Prophets burn'd,
 Are all but Stories, which, awoke from Sleep
 They told their fellows, and to Sleep return'd.
 The Revelations of Devout and Learn'd
 Who rose before us, and as Prophets burn'd,
 Are all but Stories, which, awoke from Sleep
 They told their fellows, and to Sleep return'd.
 
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   Why, if the Soul can fling the Dust aside,
 And naked on the Air of Heaven ride,
 Is't not a shame---is't not a shame for him
 So long in this Clay suburb to abide?
 Why, if the Soul can fling the Dust aside,
 And naked on the Air of Heaven ride,
 Wer't not a Shame--wer't not a shame for him
 In this clay carcase crippled to abide?
 Why, if the Soul can fling the Dust aside,
 And naked on the Air of Heaven ride,
 Wer't not a Shame--wer't not a shame for him
 In this clay carcase crippled to abide?
 
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   But that is but a Tent wherein may rest
 A sultan to the realm of Death addrest;
 The Sultan rises, and the dark Ferrásh
 Strikes, and prepares it for another guest.
 'Tis but a Tent where takes his one-day's rest
 A Sultan to the realm of Death addrest;
 The Sultan rises, and the dark Ferrásh
 Strikes, and prepares it for another Guest.
 'Tis but a Tent where takes his one-day's rest
 A Sultan to the realm of Death addrest;
 The Sultan rises, and the dark Ferrásh
 Strikes, and prepares it for another Guest.
 
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   I sent my Soul through the Invisible,
 Some letter of that After-life to spell:
 And after many days my Soul return'd
 And said, "Behold, Myself am Heav'n and Hell :"
 I sent my Soul through the Invisible,
 Some letter of that After-life to spell:
 And by and by my Soul return'd to me,
 And answer'd "I Myself am Heav'n and Hell :"
 I sent my Soul through the Invisible,
 Some letter of that After-life to spell:
 And by and by my Soul return'd to me,
 And answer'd "I Myself am Heav'n and Hell :"
 
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   Heav'n but the Vision of fulfill'd Desire,
 And Hell the Shadow of a Soul on fire,
 Cast on the Darkness into which Ourselves,
 So late emerg'd from, shall so soon expire.
 Heav'n but the Vision of fulfill'd Desire,
 And Hell the Shadow of a Soul on fire,
 Cast on the Darkness into which Ourselves,
 So late emerg'd from, shall so soon expire.
 Heav'n but the Vision of fulfill'd Desire,
 And Hell the Shadow of a Soul on fire,
 Cast on the Darkness into which Ourselves,
 So late emerg'd from, shall so soon expire.
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 'Tis all a Chequer-board of Nights and Days
 Where Destiny with Men for Pieces plays:
 Hither and thither moves, and mates, and slays,
 And one by one back in the Closet lays.
 Impotent Pieces of the Game He plays
 Upon this Chequer-board of Nights and Days;
 Hither and thither moves, and checks, and slays;
 And one by one back in the Closet lays.
 Impotent Pieces of the Game He plays
 Upon this Chequer-board of Nights and Days;
 Hither and thither moves, and checks, and slays;
 And one by one back in the Closet lays.
 But helpless Pieces of the Game He plays
 Upon this Chequer-board of Nights and Days;
 Hither and thither moves, and checks, and slays,
 And one by one back in the Closet lays.
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 The Ball no Question makes of Ayes and Noes,
 But Right or Left, as strikes the Player goes;
 And He that toss'd Thee down into the Field,
 He knows about it all--HE knows---HE knows!
 The Ball no Question makes of Ayes and Noes, 
 But Right or Left as strikes the Player goes;
 And He that toss'd you down into the Field, 
 He knows about it all--HE knows--HE knows!
 The Ball no Question makes of Ayes and Noes, 
 But Right or Left as strikes the Player goes;
 And He that toss'd you down into the Field, 
 He knows about it all--HE knows--HE knows!
 The Ball no question makes of Ayes and Noes, 
 But Here or There as strikes the Player goes;
 And He that toss'd you down into the Field, 
 He knows about it all--HE knows--HE knows!
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 The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
 Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit
 Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
 Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
 The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
 Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit
 Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
 Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
 The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
 Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit
 Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
 Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
 The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
 Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit
 Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
 Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
 
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   For let Philosopher and Doctor preach
 Of what they will, and what they will not--each
 Is but one Link in an eternal Chain
 That none can slip, nor break, nor over-reach.
   
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 And that inverted Bowl we call The Sky,
 Whereunder crawling coop't we live and die,
 Lift not thy hands to It for help--for it
 Rolls impotently on as Thou or I.
 And that inverted Bowl we call The Sky, 
 Whereunder crawling coop'd we live and die,
 Lift not your hands to It for help--for It 
 As impotently rolls as you or I.
 And that inverted Bowl we call The Sky, 
 Whereunder crawling coop'd we live and die,
 Lift not your hands to It for help--for It 
 As impotently rolls as you or I.
 And that inverted Bowl we call The Sky, 
 Whereunder crawling coop'd we live and die,
 Lift not your hands to It for help--for It
 As impotently moves as you or I.
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 With Earth's first Clay They did the Last Man knead,
 And then of the Last Harvest sow'd the Seed:
 Yea, the first Morning of Creation wrote
 What the Last Dawn of Reckoning shall read.
 With Earth's first Clay They did the Last Man knead,
 And then of the Last Harvest sow'd the Seed:
 Yea, the first Morning of Creation wrote
 What the Last Dawn of Reckoning shall read.
 With Earth's first Clay They did the Last Man knead,
 And then of the Last Harvest sow'd the Seed:
 Yea, the first Morning of Creation wrote
 What the Last Dawn of Reckoning shall read.
 With Earth's first Clay They did the Last Man knead,
 And then of the Last Harvest sow'd the Seed:
 Yea, the first Morning of Creation wrote
 What the Last Dawn of Reckoning shall read.
 
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   Yesterday This Day's Madness did prepare;
 To-morrow's Silence, Triumph, or Despair:
 Drink! for you know not whence you came, nor why:
 Drink! for you know not why you go, nor where.
 Yesterday This Day's Madness did prepare;
 To-morrow's Silence, Triumph, or Despair:
 Drink! for you know not whence you came, nor why:
 Drink! for you know not why you go, nor where.
 Yesterday This Day's Madness did prepare;
 To-morrow's Silence, Triumph, or Despair:
 Drink! for you know not whence you came, nor why:
 Drink! for you know not why you go, nor where.
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 I tell Thee this--When, starting from the Goal,
 Over the shoulders of the flaming Foal
 Of Heav'n Parwin and Mushtara they flung,
 In my predestin'd Plot of Dust and Soul
 I tell you this--when, started from the Goal,
 Over the flaming shoulders of the Foal 
 Of Heav'n Parwin and Mushtari they flung,
 In my predestin'd Plot of Dust and Soul.
 I tell you this--when, started from the Goal,
 Over the flaming shoulders of the Foal 
 Of Heav'n Parwin and Mushtari they flung,
 In my predestin'd Plot of Dust and Soul.
 I tell you this--when, started from the Goal,
 Over the flaming shoulders of the Foal 
 Of Heav'n Parwin and Mushtari they flung,
 In my predestin'd Plot of Dust and Soul.
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 The Vine had struck a Fibre; which about
 If clings my Being--let the Stiff flout;
 Of my Base Metal may be filed a Key,
 That shall unlock the Door he howls without.
 The Vine had struck a fibre: which about 
 If clings my Being--let the Dervish flout; 
 Of my Base metal may be filed a Key, 
 That shall unlock the Door he howls without.
 The Vine had struck a fibre: which about 
 If clings my Being--let the Dervish flout; 
 Of my Base metal may be filed a Key, 
 That shall unlock the Door he howls without.
 The Vine had struck a fibre: which about 
 If clings my Being--let the Dervish flout; 
 Of my Base metal may be filed a Key, 
 That shall unlock the Door he howls without.
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 And this I know: whether the one True Light,
 Kindle to Love, or Wrath consume me quite,
 One Glimpse of It within the Tavern caught
 Better than in the Temple lost outright.
 And this I know: whether the one True Light, 
 Kindle to Love, or Wrath-consume me quite,
 One Flash of It within the Tavern caught 
 Better than in the Temple lost outright.
 And this I know: whether the one True Light, 
 Kindle to Love, or Wrath-consume me quite,
 One Flash of It within the Tavern caught 
 Better than in the Temple lost outright.
 And this I know: whether the one True Light, 
 Kindle to Love, or Wrath-consume me quite,
 One Flash of It within the Tavern caught 
 Better than in the Temple lost outright.
 
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   What! out of senseless Nothing to provoke
 A conscious Something to resent the yoke
 Of unpermitted Pleasure, under pain
 Of Everlasting Penalties, if broke!
 What! out of senseless Nothing to provoke
 A conscious Something to resent the yoke
 Of unpermitted Pleasure, under pain
 Of Everlasting Penalties, if broke!
 What! out of senseless Nothing to provoke
 A conscious Something to resent the yoke
 Of unpermitted Pleasure, under pain
 Of Everlasting Penalties, if broke!
 
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   What! from his helpless Creature be repaid
 Pure Gold for what he lent us dross-allay'd--
 Sue for a Debt we never did contract,
 And cannot answer--Oh the sorry trade!
 What! from his helpless Creature be repaid
 Pure Gold for what he lent us dross-allay'd--
 Sue for a Debt we never did contract,
 And cannot answer--Oh the sorry trade!
 What! from his helpless Creature be repaid
 Pure Gold for what he lent us dross-allay'd--
 Sue for a Debt we never did contract,
 And cannot answer--Oh the sorry trade!
 
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   Nay, but, for terror of his wrathful Face,
 I swear I will not call Injustice Grace;
 Not one Good Fellow of the Tavern but
 Would kick so poor a Coward from the place.
   
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 Oh, Thou, who didst with Pitfall and with Gin
 Beset the Road I was to wander in,
 Thou wilt not with Predestination round
 Enmesh me, and impute my Fall to Sin?
 Oh Thou, who didst with pitfall and with gin
 Beset the Road I was to wander in,
 Thou wilt not with Predestin'd Evil round
 Enmesh, and then impute my Fall to Sin?
 Oh Thou, who didst with pitfall and with gin
 Beset the Road I was to wander in,
 Thou wilt not with Predestin'd Evil round
 Enmesh, and then impute my Fall to Sin?
 Oh Thou, who didst with pitfall and with gin
 Beset the Road I was to wander in,
 Thou wilt not with Predestined Evil round
 Enmesh, and then impute my Fall to Sin?
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 Oh, Thou, who Man of baser Earth didst make,
 And who with Eden didst devise the Snake:
 For all the Sin wherewith the Face of Man
 IS blacken'd, Man's Forgiveness give--and take!
 Oh Thou, who Man of baser Earth didst make,
 And ev'n with Paradise devise the Snake:
 For all the Sin the Face of wretched Man
 Is black with--Man's Forgiveness give--and take!
 Oh Thou, who Man of baser Earth didst make,
 And ev'n with Paradise devise the Snake:
 For all the Sin wherewith the Face of Man
 Is blacken'd--Man's Forgiveness give--and take!
 Oh Thou, who Man of baser Earth didst make,
 And ev'n with Paradise devise the Snake:
 For all the Sin wherewith the Face of Man
 Is blacken'd--Man's Forgiveness give--and take!
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 Listen again. One Evening at the Close
 Of Ramazán, ere the better Moon arose,
 In that old Potter's Shop I stood alone
 With the clay Population round in Rows.
 As under cover of departing Day
 Slunk hunger-stricken Ramazán away,
 Once more within the Potter's house alone
 I stood, surrounded by the Shapes of Clay.
 As under cover of departing Day
 Slunk hunger-stricken Ramazán away,
 Once more within the Potter's house alone
 I stood, surrounded by the Shapes of Clay.
 As under cover of departing Day
 Slunk hunger-stricken Ramazán away,
 Once more within the Potter's house alone
 I stood, surrounded by the Shapes of Clay.
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 And, strange to tell, among that Earthen Lot
 Some could articulate, while others not:
 And suddenly one more impatient cried--
 "Who is the Potter, pray, and who the Pot?"
 Thus with the Dead as with the Living, What?
 And Why? so ready, but the Wherefor not, 
 One on a sudden peevishly exclaim'd,
 "Which is the Potter, pray, and which the Pot?"
 Whereat some one of the loquacious Lot--
 I think a Stiff pipkin--waxing hot--
 "All this of Pot and Potter--Tell me, then,
 "Who makes--Who sells--Who buys--Who is the Pot?"
 Whereat some one of the loquacious Lot--
 I think a Súfi pipkin--waxing hot--
 "All this of Pot and Potter--Tell me, then,
 "Who is the Potter, pray, and who the Pot?"
 
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   And once again there gather'd a scarce heard 
 Whisper among them; as it were, the stirr'd
 Ashes of some all but extinguisht Tongue, 
 Which mine ear kindled into living Word.
 Shapes of all Sorts and Sizes, great and small,
 That stood along the floor and by the wall;
 And some loquacious Vessels were; and some
 Listen'd perhaps, but never talk'd at all.
 Shapes of all Sorts and Sizes, great and small,
 That stood along the floor and by the wall;
 And some loquacious Vessels were; and some
 Listen'd perhaps, but never talk'd at all.
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 Then said another--"Surely not in vain
 "My Substance from the common Earth was ta'en,
 "That He who subtly wrought me into Shape
 "Should stamp me back to common Earth again."
 Said one among them--"Surely not in vain,"
 My Substance from the common Earth was ta'en,
 "That He who subtly wrought me into Shape
 "Should stamp me back to shapeless Earth again?"
 Said one of them--"Surely not in vain
 My substance of the common Earth was ta'en
 And to this Figure moulded, to be broke,
 Or trampled back to shapeless Earth again."
 Said one among them--"Surely not in vain 
 "My substance of the common Earth was ta'en
 "And to this Figure moulded, to be broke, 
 "Or trampled back to shapeless Earth again."
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 Another said--"Why, ne'er a peevish Boy, 
 "Would break the Bowl from which he drank in Joy;
 "Shall He that made the Vessel in pure Love
 "And Fansy, in an after Rage destroy?
 Another said, "Why, ne'er a peevish Boy
"Would break the Cup from which he drank in Joy;
"Shall He that of his own free Fancy made
"The Vessel, in an after-rage destroy!"
 Then said a Second--"Ne'er a peevish Boy
 "Would break the Bowl from which he drank in joy;
 "And He that with his hand the Vessel made
 "Will surely not in after Wrath destroy."
 Then said a Second--"Ne'er a peevish Boy
 "Would break the Bowl from which he drank in joy;
 "And He that with his hand the Vessel made
 "Will surely not in after Wrath destroy."
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 None answer'd this; but after Silence spake
 A Vessel of a more ungainly Make:
 "They sneer at me for leaning al! awry;
 "What! did the Hand then of the Potter shake!"
 None answer'd this; but after silence spake
 Some Vessel of a more ungainly Make; 
 "They sneer at me for leaning all awry;
 "What! did the Hand then of the Potter shake?"
 After a momentary silence spake 
 Some Vessel of a more ungainly Make;
 "They sneer at me for leaning all awry:
 "What! did the Hand then of the Potter shake?"
 After a momentary silence spake 
 Some Vessel of a more ungainly Make;
 "They sneer at me for leaning all awry:
 "What! did the Hand then of the Potter shake?"
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 Said one-"Folks of a surly Tapster tell,
 "And daub his Visage with the Smoke of Hell;
 "They talk of some strict Testing of us---Pish!
 "He's a Good Fellow, and 'twill all be well."
 Said one--"Folks of a surly Master tell,
 "And daub his Visage with the Smoke of Hell;
 "They talk of some sharp Trial of us--Pish!
 "He's a good Fellow, and 'twill all be well."
 "Why," said another, "Some there are who tell
 "Of one who threatens he will toss to Hell
 "The luckless Pots he marr'd in making--Pish!
 "He's a Good Fellow, and 'twill all be well."
 "Why," said another, "Some there are who tell
 "Of one who threatens he will toss to Hell
 "The luckless Pots he marr'd in making--Pish!
 "He's a Good Fellow, and 'twill all be well."
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 Then said another with a long-drawn Sigh,
 "My Clay with long oblivion is gone dry:
 "But, fill me with the old familiar Juice,
 "Methinks I might recover by-and-bye!"
 "Well," said another, "Whoso will, let try,
 "My Clay with long Oblivion is gone dry:
 "But, fill me with the old familiar Juice, 
 "Methinks I might recover by-and-bye."
 "Well," murmur'd one, "Let whoso make or buy,
 "My Clay with long Oblivion is gone dry:
 "But fill me with the old familiar Juice,
 "Methinks I might recover by and by."
 "Well," murmur'd one, "Let whoso make or buy,
 "My Clay with long Oblivion is gone dry:
 "But fill me with the old familiar Juice,
 "Methinks I might recover by and by."
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 So while the Vessels one by one were speaking,
 One spied the little Crescent all were seeking:
 And then they jogg'd each other, "Brother! Brother!"
 Hark to the Porter's Shoulder-knot a-creaking!"
 So while the Vessels one by one were speaking,
 One spied the little Crescent all were seeking:
 And then they jogg'd each other, "Brother! Brother!"
 Now for the Porter's shoulder-knot a-creaking?
 So while the Vessels one by one were speaking,
 The little Moon look'd in that all were seeking:
 And then they jogg'd each other, "Brother! Brother!"
 Now for the Porter's shoulder-knot a-creaking!"
 So while the Vessels one by one were speaking,
 The little Moon look'd in that all were seeking:
 And then they jogg'd each other, "Brother! Brother!"
 Now for the Porter's shoulder-knot a-creaking!"
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 Ah, with the Grape my fading Life provide,
 And wash  my Body whence the Life has died,
 And in a Windingsheet of Vine-leaf wrapt,
 So bury me by some sweet Garden-side.
 Ah, with the Grape my fading Life provide,
 And wash my Body whence the Life has died,
 And lay  me, shrouded in the living Leaf,
 By some not unfrequented Garden-side.
 Ah, with the Grape my fading life provide,
 And wash the Body whence the Life has died,
 And lay  me, shrouded in the living Leaf,
 By some not unfrequented Garden-side.
 Ah, with the Grape my fading life provide,
 And wash the Body whence the Life has died,
 And lay  me, shrouded in the living Leaf,
 By some not unfrequented Garden-side.
 
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   Whither resorting from the vernal Heat
 Shall Old Acquaintance Old Acquaintance greet,
 Under the Branch that leans above the Wall
 To shed his Blossom over head and feet.
   
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 That ev'n my buried Ashes such a Snare
 Of Perfume shall fling up into the Air,
 As not a True Believer passing by
 But shall be overtaken unaware.
 Then ev'n my buried Ashes such a snare
 Of Vintage shall fling up into the Air,
 As not a True-believer passing by
 But shall be overtaken unaware;
 Then ev'n my buried Ashes such a snare
 Of Vintage shall fling up into the Air,
 As not a True-believer passing by
 But shall be overtaken unaware;
 Then ev'n my buried Ashes such a snare
 Of Vintage shall fling up into the Air,
 As not a True-believer passing by
 But shall be overtaken unaware;
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 Indeed the Idols I have loved so long
 Have done my Credit in Men's Eye much wrong:
 Have drown'd  my Honour in a shallow Cup,
 And sold my Reputation for a Song
 Indeed the Idols I have loved so long
 Have done my credit in Men's eye much wrong:
 Have drown'd  my Glory in a shallow Cup,
 And sold my Reputation for a Song.
 And lately, by the Tavern Door agape,
 Came shining through the Dusk an Angel Shape
 Bearing a Vessel on his Shoulder; and
 He bid me taste of it; and 'twas--the Grape!
 And lately, by the Tavern Door agape,
 Came shining through the Dusk an Angel Shape
 Bearing a Vessel on his Shoulder; and
 He bid me taste of it; and 'twas--the Grape!
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 Indeed, indeed, Repentance oft before
 I swore but was I sober when I swore?
 And then and then came Spring, and Rose-in-hand
 My thread-bare Penitence apieces tore.
 Indeed, indeed, Repentance oft before
 I swore but was I sober when I swore?
 And then and then came Spring, and Rose-in-hand
 My thread-bare Penitence apieces tore.
 Indeed, indeed, Repentance oft before
 I swore but was I sober when I swore?
 And then and then came Spring, and Rose-in-hand
 My thread-bare Penitence apieces tore.
 Indeed, indeed, Repentance oft before
 I swore but was I sober when I swore?
 And then and then came Spring, and Rose-in-hand
 My thread-bare Penitence apieces tore.
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 And much as Wine has play'd the Infidel,
 And robb'd me of my Robe of Honour--well,
 I often wonder what the Vintners buy
 One half so precious as the Goods they sell.
 And much as Wine has play'd the Infidel,
 And robb'd me of my Robe of Honour--Well,
 I often wonder what the Vintners buy
 One half so precious as the ware they sell.
 And much as Wine has play'd the Infidel,
 And robb'd me of my Robe of Honour--Well,
 I wonder often what the Vintners buy
 One half so precious as the stuff they sell.
 And much as Wine has play'd the Infidel,
 And robb'd me of my Robe of Honour--Well,
 I wonder often what the Vintners buy
 One half so precious as the stuff they sell.
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 Alas, that Spring should vanish with the Rose!
 That Youth's sweet-scented Manuscript should close!
 The Nightingale that in the Branches sang,
 Ah, whence, and whither flown again, who knows!
 Yet Ah, that Spring should vanish with the Rose!
 That Youth's sweet-scented manuscript should close!
 The Nightingale that in the branches sang,
 Ah whence, and whither flown again, who knows!
 Yet Ah, that Spring should vanish with the Rose!
 That Youth's sweet-scented manuscript should close!
 The Nightingale that in the branches sang,
 Ah whence, and whither flown again, who knows!
 Yet Ah, that Spring should vanish with the Rose!
 That Youth's sweet-scented manuscript should close!
 The Nightingale that in the branches sang,
 Ah whence, and whither flown again, who knows!
 
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   Would but the Desert of the Fountain yield
 One glimpse--if dimly, yet indeed, reveal'd,
 Toward which the fainting Traveller might spring,
 As springs the trampled herbage of the field!
 Would but the Desert of the Fountain yield
 One glimpse--if dimly, yet indeed, reveal'd,
 To which the fainting Traveller might spring,
 As springs the trampled herbage of the field!
 Would but the Desert of the Fountain yield
 One glimpse--if dimly, yet indeed, reveal'd,
 To which the fainting Traveller might spring,
 As springs the trampled herbage of the field!
 
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   Oh if the World were but to re-create,
 That we might catch ere closed the Book of Fate,
 And make The Writer on a fairer leaf
 Inscribe our names, or quite obliterate!
 Would but some winged Angel ere too late
 Arrest the yet unfolded Roll of Fate,
 And make the stern Recorder otherwise
 Enregister, or quite obliterate!
 Would but some winged Angel ere too late
 Arrest the yet unfolded Roll of Fate,
 And make the stern Recorder otherwise
 Enregister, or quite obliterate!
 
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   Better, oh better, cancel from the Scroll
 Of Universe one luckless Human Soul,
 Than drop by drop enlarge the Flood that rolls
 Hoarser with Anguish as the Ages roll.
   
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 Ah Love! could thou and I with Fate conspire
 To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire, 
 Would not we shatter it to bits--and then
 Re-mould it nearer to the Heart's Desire!
 Ah Love! could thou and I with Fate conspire
 To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire, 
 Would not we shatter it to bits--and then
 Re-mould it nearer to the Heart's Desire!
 Ah Love! could thou and I with Him conspire
 To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire, 
 Would not we shatter it to bits--and then
 Re-mould it nearer to the Heart's Desire!
 Ah Love! could thou and I with Him conspire
 To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire, 
 Would not we shatter it to bits--and then
 Re-mould it nearer to the Heart's Desire!
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 Ah, Moon of my Delight who know'st no wane,
 The Moon of Heav'n is rising once again:
 How oft hereafter rising shall she look
 Through this same Garden after me---in vain!
 But see! The rising Moon of Heav'n again
 Looks for us, Sweet-heart, through the quivering Plane: 
How oft hereafter rising will she look
Among those leaves--for one of us in vain!
 Yon rising Moon that looks for us again--
 How oft hereafter will she wax and wane;
 How oft hereafter rising look for us
 Through this same Garden--and for one in vain!
 Yon rising Moon that looks for us again--
 How oft hereafter will she wax and wane;
 How oft hereafter rising look for us
 Through this same Garden--and for one in vain!
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 And when Thyself with shining Foot shall pass
 Among the Guests Star-scatter'd on the Grass,
 And in thy joyous Errand reach the Spot
 Where I made one--turn down an empty Glass!
 And when Yourself with silver Foot shall pass 
 Among the Guests Star-scatter'd on the Grass,
 And in your joyous errand reach the spot 
 Where I made One--turn down an empty Glass!
 And when like her, oh Sáki, you shall pass 
 Among the Guests Star-scatter'd on the Grass,
 And in your blissful errand reach the spot 
 Where I made One--turn down an empty Glass!
 And when like her, oh Sáki, you shall pass 
 Among the Guests Star-scatter'd on the Grass,
 And in your joyous errand reach the spot 
 Where I made One--turn down an empty Glass!

 

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