Read On, Dear Friends, Read On
And David's Lips Are Lock't
Read On, Dear Friends, Read On
And David's Lips Are Lock't
And David's lips are lock't; but in divine,
High piping Pehlavi, with "Wine! Wine! Wine!
"Red wine!" - the nightingale cries to the rose
That yellow cheek of hers to incarnadine.
Come, Fill The Cup!
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.
Some More Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam
More Rubaiyat Of Omar Khayyam
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