K I WAKE! for Morning in the Bowl of Night AWA Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And Lo! the Hunter of the East has caught The Sultán's Turret in a Noose of Light. II 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." III And, as the Cock crew, those who stood before IV Now, the New Year reviving old Desires, The thoughtful Soul to Solitude retires, Where the WHITE HAND OF MOSES on the Bough Puts out, and Jesus from the Ground suspires. I WAKE! For the Sun who scatter'd into flight Before the phantom of False morning died, Methought a Voice within the Tavern cried, "When all the Temple is prepared within, "Why nods the drowsy Worshipper outside?" III 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." IV Now the New Year reviving old Desires, The thoughtful Soul to Solitude retires, Where the WHITE HAND OF MOSES on the Bough Puts out, and Jesus from the ground suspires. V Iram 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. VI And David's Lips are lock't; but in divine VII Come, fill the Cup, and in the Fire of Spring The Bird of Time has but a little way To fly and Lo! the Bird is on the Wing. K V Iram indeed is gone with all his Rose, And Famshyd's Sev'n-ring'd Cup where no one knows; But still a Ruby kindles in the Vine, And many a Garden by the Water blows. VI And David's lips are lockt; but in divine VII Come, fill the Cup, and in the fire of Spring VIII Whether at Naishápúr or Babylon, Whether the Cup with sweet or bitter run, |