EDWARD FITZGERALD

And sometimes a tear Will rise in each eye,

Seeing the two old friends So merrily - So merrily !

And ere to bed

Go we, go we, Down on the ashes

We kneel on the knee, Praying together!

Thus, then, live I

Till, 'mid all the gloom, By Heaven ! the bold sun

Is with me in the room Shining, shining !

Then the clouds part,

Swallows soaring between ;

The spring is alive,

And the meadows are green !

I jump up like mad,

Break the old pipe in twain, And away to the meadows,

The meadows again !

��698. From Omar Khayyam

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A BOOK of Verses underneath the Bough,

• • A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread and Thou

Beside me singing in the Wilderness O. Wilderness were Paradise enow !

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