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I	A
AWAKE for Morning in the Bowl of Night	B
Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight	B
And Lo the Hunter of the East has caught	C
The Sultan's Turret in a Noose of Light	B
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II	A
Dreaming when Dawn's Left Hand was in the Sky	A
I heard a Voice within the Tavern cry	A
Awake my Little ones and fill the Cup	D
Before Life's Liquor in its Cup be dry	A
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III	A
And as the Cock crew those who stood before	E
The Tavern shouted Open then the Door	E
You know how little while we have to stay	F
And once departed may return no more	E
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IV	-
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Now the New Year reviving old Desires	G
The thoughtful Soul to Solitude retires	H
Where the WHITE HAND OF MOSES on the Bough	I
Puts out and Jesus from the Ground suspires	H
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V	-
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Ir m indeed is gone with all its Rose	H
And Jamsh 'y d's Sev'n ring'd Cup where no one knows	H
But still the Vine her ancient Ruby yields	H
And still a Garden by the Water blows	H
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VI	-
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And David's Lips are lock't but in divine	J
High piping Pehlev with Wine Wine Wine	J
Red Wine the Nightingale cries to the Rose	H
That yellow Cheek of hers to' incarnadine	J
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VII	-
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Come fill the Cup and in the Fire of Spring	K
The Winter Garment of Repentance fling	K
The Bird of Time has but a little way	F
To fly and Lo the Bird is on the Wing	K
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VIII	-
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And look a thousand Blossoms with the Day	F
Woke and a thousand scatter'd into Clay	F
And this first Summer Month that brings the Rose	H
Shall take Jamsh 'y d and Kaikob d away	F
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IX	H
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But come with old Khayy m and leave the Lot	C
Of Kaikob d and Kaikhosr forgot	C
Let Rustum lay about him as he will	L
Or H tim Tai cry Supper heed them not	C
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X	H
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With me along some Strip of Herbage strown	J
That just divides the desert from the sown	J
Where name of Slave and Sult n scarce is known	J
And pity Sult n Mahm d on his Throne	J
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XI	H
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Here with a Loaf of Bread beneath the Bough	I
A Flask of Wine a Book of Verse and Thou	I
Beside me singing in the Wilderness	H
And Wilderness is Paradise enow	J
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XII	H
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How sweet is mortal Sovranty think some	M
Others How blest the Paradise to come	M
Ah take the Cash in hand and wave the Rest	N
Oh the brave Music of a distant Drum	M
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XIII	H
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Look to the Rose that blows about us Lo	O
Laughing she says into the World I blow	O
At once the silken Tassel of my Purse	H
Tear and its Treasure on the Garden throw	O
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XIV	-
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The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon	J
Turns Ashes or it prospers and anon	J
Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty Face	H
Lighting a little Hour or two is gone	J
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XV	-
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And those who husbanded the Golden Grain	J
And those who flung it to the Winds like Rain	J
Alike to no such aureate Earth are turn'd	P
As buried once Men want dug up again	J
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XVI	-
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Think in this batter'd Caravanserai	O
Whose Doorways are alternate Night and Day	F
How Sult n after Sult n with his Pomp	Q
Abode his Hour or two and went his way	F
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XVII	-
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They say the Lion and the Lizard keep	R
The Courts where Jamsh 'y d gloried and drank deep	R
And Bahr m that great Hunter the Wild Ass	H
Stamps o'er his Head and he lies fast asleep	R
XVIII	-
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I sometimes think that never blows so red	S
The Rose as where some buried C sar bled	S
That every Hyacinth the Garden wears	H
Dropt in its Lap from some once lovely Head	S
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XIX	H
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And this delightful Herb whose tender Green	J
Fledges the River's Lip on which we lean	J
Ah lean upon it lightly for who knows	H
From what once lovely Lip it springs unseen	J
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XX	H
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Ah my Beloved fill the Cup that clears	H
TO DAY of past Regrets and future Fears	H
To morrow Why To morrow I may be	H
Myself with Yesterday's Sev'n Thousand Years	H
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XXI	H
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Lo some we lov'd the loveliest and best	N
That Time and Fate of all their Vintage prest	N
Have drunk their Cup a Round or two before	O
And one by one crept silently to Rest	N
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XXII	H
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And we that now make merry in the Room	T
They left and Summer dresses in new Bloom	T
Ourselves must we beneath the Couch of Earth	U
Descend ourselves to make a Couch for whom	T
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XXIII	H
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Ah make the most of what we yet may spend	V
Before we too into the Dust descend	V
Dust into Dust and under Dust to lie	-
Sans Wine sans Song sans Singer and sans End	V
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XXIV	-
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Alike for those who for TO DAY prepare	O
And those that after a TO MORROW stare	O
A Muezzin from the Tower of Darkness cries	H
Fools your Reward is neither Here nor There	O
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XXV	-
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Why all the Saints and Sages who discuss'd	W
Of the Two Worlds so learnedly are thrust	W
Like foolish Prophets forth their Words to Scorn	J
Are scatter'd and their Mouths are stopt with Dust	W
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XXVI	-
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Oh come with old Khayy m and leave the Wise	H
To talk one thing is certain that Life flies	H
One thing is certain and the Rest is Lies	H
The Flower that once has blown for ever dies	H
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XXVII	-
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Myself when young did eagerly frequent	X
Doctor and Saint and heard great Argument	X
About it and about but evermore	O
Came out by the same Door as in I went	Y
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XXVIII	-
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With them the Seed of Wisdom did I sow	H
And with my own hand labour'd it to grow	O
And this was all the Harvest that I reap'd	Z
I came like Water and like Wind I go	O
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XXIX	H
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Into this Universe and why not knowing	K
Nor whence like Water willy nilly flowing	K
And out of it as Wind along the Waste	A2
I know not whither willy nilly blowing	K
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XXX	H
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What without asking hither hurried whence	H
And without asking whither hurried hence	H
Another and another Cup to drown	J
The Memory of this Impertinence	H
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XXXI	H
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Up from Earth's Centre through the Seventh Gate	B2
I rose and on the Throne of Saturn sate	B2
And many Knots unravel'd by the Road	C2
But not the Knot of Human Death and Fate	B2
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XXXII	H
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There was a Door to which I found no Key	H
There was a Veil past which I could not see	H
Some little Talk awhile of ME and THEE	H
There seem'd and then no more of THEE and ME	H
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XXXIII	H
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Then to the rolling Heav'n itself I cried	D2
Asking What Lamp had Destiny to guide	D2
Her little Children stumbling in the Dark	E2
And A blind Understanding Heav'n replied	D2
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XXXIV	-
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Then to this earthen Bowl did I adjourn	J
My Lip the secret Well of Life to learn	J
And Lip to Lip it murmur'd While you live	-
Drink for once dead you never shall return	J
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XXXV	-
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I think the Vessel that with fugitive	-
Articulation answer'd once did live	-
And merry make and the cold Lip I kiss'd	F2
How many Kisses might it take and give	-
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XXXVI	-
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For in the Market place one Dusk of Day	F
I watch'd the Potter thumping his wet Clay	F
And with its all obliterated Tongue	G2
It murmur'd Gently Brother gently pray	F
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XXXVII	-
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Ah fill the Cup what boots it to repeat	H2
How Time is slipping underneath our Feet	H2
Unborn TO MORROW and dead YESTERDAY	F
Why fret about them if TO DAY be sweet	H2
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XXXVIII	-
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One Moment in Annihilation's Waste	A2
One Moment of the Well of Life to taste	A2
The Stars are setting and the Caravan	J
Starts for the Dawn of Nothing Oh make haste	A2
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XXXIX	H
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How long how long in infinite Pursuit	I2
Of This and That endeavour and dispute	I2
Better be merry with the fruitful Grape	J2
Than sadden after none or bitter Fruit	I2
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XL	F
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You know my Friends how long since in my House	H
For a new Marriage I did make Carouse	H
Divorc'd old barren Reason from my Bed	S
And took the Daughter of the Vine to Spouse	H
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XLI	F
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For Is and IS NOT though with Rule and Line	J
And UP AND DOWN without I could define	J
I yet in all I only cared to know	O
Was never deep in anything but Wine	J
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XLII	F
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And lately by the Tavern Door agape	J2
Came stealing	K