Alas, that Spring should vanish with the Rose! That Youth's sweet-scented manuscript should close! The Nightingale that in the branches sang, Ah, whence, and whither flown again, who knows! Ah, Love! Could thou and I with Fate conspire To grasp this sorry scheme of things entire, Would not see shatter it to bits and then … Continue reading Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam