There was a Door to which I found no Key:

There was a Door to which I found no Key:
There was a Veil through which I could not see:
Some little Talk awhile of Me and Thee
There seemed -- and then no more of Thee and Me.

[The Rubai;at of Omar Khayyam]


One Moment in Annihilation's Waste

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! 

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!