To D –
In thee I fondly hoped to clasp A friend whom death alone could sever; Till envy, with malignant grasp, Detach’d thee from my breast for ever. True, she has forced thee from my breast, Yet in my heart thou keep’st thy seat; There, there thine image still must rest, Until that heart shall cease to…
To E –
Let folly smile, to view the names Of thee and me in friendship twined; Yet Virtue will have greater claims To love, than rank with vice combined. And though unequal is thy fate, Since title deck’d my higher birth! Yet envy not this gaudy state; Thine is the pride of modest worth. Our souls at…
“How sweet is mortal Sovranty!” – think some : Others – “How Blest the Paradise to come!” Ah, take the Cash in hand and waive the Rest; Oh, the brave Music of a distant Drum!
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.
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 Sultan Mahmud on his Throne.
But come with old Khayyam, and leave the Lot Of Kaikobad and Kaikhosru forgot : Let Rustum lay about him as he will , Or Hatim Tai cry Supper – heed the not.
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 Jamshyd and Kaikobad away.
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.
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.
Iram indeed is gone with all its Rose And Jamshyd’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.