Like as the skies rain down sweet jessamine,
And sprinkle all the meads with eglantine,
Right so, from out this jug of violet hue,
I pour in lily cups this rosy wine.
211. B. Here read mayi, with one ya, and kasra, because the metre requires a word of only two consonants, and two short vowels, of the wazn mafa.
Ah! thou hast snared this head, though white as snow,
Which oft has vowed the wine-cup to forego;
And wrecked the mansion long resolve did build,
And rent the vesture penitence did sew!
212. B. Nabid is often written nabiz, probably a survival from the time when dals were dotted. Bl., Prosody 17.
I am not one whom Death doth much dismay,
Life's terrors all Death's terrors far outweigh;
This life, that Heaven hath lent me for a while,
I will pay back, when it is time to pay.