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Bright, Houston - Three quatrains from the rubaiyat

 

Three quatrains from the rubaiyat
 
Ah, Moon of my Delight who Knows 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!
 
 
Ah, with the grape my fading life provede,
Ah, and wash my body whence the life has died.
And i n a winding sheet of vineleaf wrapt
So bury me by some sweet garden side,
Ah, by some sweet garden side.
 
 
When thou with shining foot shall pass
among the guests-scattered on the grass,
And in thy joyous errand reach the spot
Where I made one, turn down an empty glass.


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