I do not love thee !-yet, I know not why, Whate'er thou dost seems still well done, to me : And often in my solitude I sigh 'That those I do love are not more like thee! 5 I do not love thee !-yet, when thou art gone, I hate the sound (though those who speak be dear) Which breaks the lingering echo of the tone 11 Thy voice of music leaves upon my ear. I do not love thee !-yet thy speaking eyes, With their deep, bright, and most expressive blue, Between me and the midnight heaven arise, 15 Oftener than any eyes I ever knew. I know I do not love thee! yet, alas! Others will scarcely trust my candid heart; And oft I catch them smiling as they pass, Because they see me gazing where thou art. CAROLINE E. S. NORTON. 319 RUBÁIYÁT OF OMAR KHAYYÁM OF 1 20 Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night 2 Dreaming when Dawn's Left Hand was in the Sky I heard a Voice within the Tavern cry, Awake, my Little ones, and fill the Cup Before Life's Liquor in its Cup be dry.' 3 And, as the Cock crew, those who stood before The Tavern shouted-' Open then the Door! You know how little while we have to stay, And, once departed, may return no more.' 6 10 4 Now the New Year reviving old Desires, Where the WHITE HAND OF MOSES on the Bough Puts out, and Jesus from the ground suspires. 16 5 Irám indeed is gone with all its Rose, And Jamshýd's Sev'n-ring'd Cup where no one knows ; But still the Vine her ancient Ruby yields, And still a Garden by the Water blows. 6 20 And David's Lips are lock't; but in divine Come, fill the Cup, and in the Fire of Spring 25 The Winter Garment of Repentance fling : The Bird of Time has but a little way To fly and Lo! the Bird is on the Wing. 8 30 And look-a thousand Blossoms with the Day 9 But come with old Khayyám, and leave the Lot Let Rustum lay about him as he will, 10 With me along some Strip of Herbage strown, 35 Where name of Slave and Sultán scarce is known, And pity Sultán Máhmúd on his Throne. 40 11 Here with a Loaf of Bread beneath the Bough, 12 How sweet is mortal Sovranty! '—think some : Others' How blest the Paradise to come! !' 44 Ah, take the Cash in hand and waive the Rest; Oh, the brave Music of a distant Drum ! 6 13 Look to the Rose that blows about us- .' Lo, 14 The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty Face 15 And those who husbanded the Golden Grain, And those who flung it to the Winds like Rain, Alike to no such aureate Earth are turn'd As, buried once, Men want dug up again. 16 Think, in this batter'd Caravanserai Whose Doorways are alternate Night and Day, How Sultán after Sultán with his Pomp Abode his Hour or two, and went his way. 17 51 55 60 65 They say the Lion and the Lizard keep 18 I sometimes think that never blows so red That every Hyacinth the Garden wears 19 And this delightful Herb whose tender Green Ah, lean upon it lightly! for who knows 20 Ah, my Belovéd, fill the Cup that clears 21 Lo! some we loved, the loveliest and best 22 And we, that now make merry in the Room 70 75 81 85 Ourselves must we beneath the Couch of Earth Descend, ourselves to make a Couch-for whom? 23 Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend, 90 Dust into Dust, and under Dust, to lie, Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and—sans End ! 24 Alike for those who for TO-DAY prepare, . A Muezzín from the Tower of Darkness cries, 95 Fools! your Reward is neither Here nor There!' 25 Why, all the Saints and Sages who discuss'd 98 Like foolish Prophets forth; their Words to Scorn Are scatter'd and their Mouths are stopt with Dust. 26 Oh, come with old Khayyám, and leave the Wise To talk; one thing is certain, that Life flies; One thing is certain, and the Rest is Lies ; The Flower that once has blown for ever dies. 27 Myself when young did eagerly frequent 28 With them the Seed of Wisdom did I sow, 29 Into this Universe, and why not knowing, And out of it, as Wind along the Waste, 30 What, without asking, hither hurried whence? 31 105 110 115 120 Up from Earth's Centre, through the Seventh Gate I rose, and on the Throne of Saturn sate, And many Knots unravel'd by the Road ; But not the Knot of Human Death and Fate. |