XVII
THE PRIDE OF THE TAILOR
Oh, sliding down the desert from Shiraz
The tailor-man from Meshed tore his hose:
A crowning test, a broken man! "Ah, was
I born that fate might practise fancy-blows?
"The road is rougher than a magnate's mirth
Toward the humble, long as a bad debt.
I cannot dream of any woman worth
This cloth. To me 'twas dearer than a pet."
Then Dreamer-of-the-Age cried: "Bring me thread