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OMAR KHAYYÁM.  —— -1123.

(Translated by Edward Fitzgerald.)

I sometimes think that never blows so red

The Rose as where some buried Cæsar bled;

That every Hyacinth the Garden wears

Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head.

Rubáiyát. Stanza xix.

A Moment's Halt—a momentary taste

Of Being from the Well amid the Waste—