Their wings and yet return, turned all to thee?
Within the banquet-hall of Good Repute
(Hast thou forgot?) the wine’s self-pressed my suit,
And filled the morn with drunken jollity!
Hast thou forgotten when thou laid’st aright
The uncut gems of Hafiz’ inmost thought,
And side by side thy sweet care strung the bright
Array of verse on verse—hast thou forgot?
XXIX
From Canaan Joseph shall return, whose face