But the young, young children, O my brothers, They are weeping bitterly! From the sleep wherein she lieth none will wake her Crying, 'Get up, little Alice! it is day.' They are weeping in the playtime of the If you listen by that grave, in sun and "For, all day, the wheels are droning, And we hear not (for the wheels in their should hear us, 105 While the rushing of the iron wheels And well may the children weep before "When all the Temple is prepared Each Morn a thousand Roses brings, you within, Why nods the drowsy Worshipper outside?" say; Yes, but where leaves the Rose of Yesterday? And this first Summer month that brings the Rose 35 Shall take Jamshyd and Kaikobád away. X Well, let it take them! What have we to do With Kaikobád the Great, or Kaikhosrú? Let Zal and Rustum bluster as they will, Or Hátim call to Supper-heed not you. 40 XI With me along the strip of Herbage strown That just divides the desert from the sown, Where name of Slave and Sultán is forgot And Peace to Mahmûd on his golden Throne! XII A Book of Verses underneath the Bough, 45 A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread-and Thou Beside me singing in the WildernessOh, Wilderness were Paradise enow! XIII Some for the Glories of This World; and some Sigh for the Prophet's Paradise to come; 50 Ah, take the Cash, and let the Credit go, Nor heed the rumble of a distant Drum! XIV Look to the blowing Rose about us—“Lo, Laughing," she says, "into the world I blow, At once the silken tassel of my Purse 55 Tear, and its Treasure on the Garden throw." XV And those who husbanded the Golden And those who flung it to the winds like Alike to no such aureate Earth are To-morrow!-Why, To-morrow I may be Myself with Yesterday's Sev'n thousand XXII For some we loved, the loveliest and the best 85 As, buried once, Men want dug up again.60 That from his Vintage rolling Time hath |