Before the phantom of False morni… Methought a Voice within the Tave… “When all the Temple is prepared… Why nods the drowsy Worshiper out…

7 Come, fill the Cup, and in the fi… Your Winter—garment of Repentance… The Bird of Time has but a little… To flutter—and the Bird is on the…

9 Each Morn a thousand Roses brings… Yes, but where leaves the Rose of… And this first Summer month that… Shall take Jamshyd and Kaikobad a…

The wind blew keenly from the Wes… And drove the dead leaves slanting… Vanity of vanities, the Preacher… Heaping them up before her Father… When I saw her whom I shall see n…

14 Look to the blowing Rose about us… Laughing," she says, “into the wor… At once the silken tassel of my P… Tear, and its Treasure on the Gar…

Wake! For the Sun, who scattered… The Stars before him from the Fie… Drives Night along with them from… The Sultán’s Turret with a Shaft…

74 Yesterday This Day’s Madness did… To—morrow’s Silence, Triumph, or… Drink! for you know not whence you… Drink! for you know not why you go…

Now the New Year reviving old De… The thoughtful Soul to Solitude r… Where the White Hand Of Moses on… Puts out, and Jesus from the Grou…

77 And this I know: whether the one… Kindle to Love, or Wrath—consume… One Flash of It within the Taver… Better than in the Temple lost ou…

11 With me along the strip of Herbag… That just divides the desert from… Where name of Slave and Sultan is… And Peace to Mahmud on his golden…

6 And David’s lips are lockt; but i… High—piping Pehlevi, with “Wine!… Red Wine!”—the Nightingale cries… That sallow cheek of hers t’ incar…

5 Iram indeed is gone with all his… And Jamshyd’s Sev’n—ring’d Cup w… But still a Ruby kindles in the V… And many a Garden by the Water bl…

A dream it was in which I found m… And you that hail me now, then hai… In a brave palace that was all my… Within, and all without it, mine;… Drunk with excess of majesty and p…

76 The Vine had struck a fibre: whic… If clings my Being—let the Dervis… Of my Base metal may be filed a K… That shall unlock the Door he how…

71 The Moving Finger writes, and, ha… Moves on; nor all your Piety nor… Shall lure it back to cancel half… Nor all your Tears wash out a Wor…