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!
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