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VERSES WRITTEN FOR THE MENU OF THE OMAR KHAYYÁM CLUB
APRIL 22, 1910
Roses and Wine your Omar brings,
Yet o'er the Cup, a Moment-Space,
Peers into Naught with wistful Face,
As One who views but bygone Things.
Yet o'er the Cup, a Moment-Space,
Peers into Naught with wistful Face,
As One who views but bygone Things.
Not so with Us. Our larger Scope
Looks backward through the Past to see
Not what has been, but what may be—
We drink, not Memory, but Hope.
Looks backward through the Past to see
Not what has been, but what may be—
We drink, not Memory, but Hope.
1910.
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