In a copy of Omar Khayyám.

The clear, sweet singer with the crown of snow

Not whiter than the thoughts that housed below.

To George William Curtis.

But life is sweet, though all that makes it sweet

Lessen like sound of friends' departing feet;

And Death is beautiful as feet of friend

Coming with welcome at our journey's end.

For me Fate gave, whate'er she else denied,

A nature sloping to the southern side;