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IV.

Now the New Year³ reviving old Desires,

The thoughtful Soul to Solitude retires,
Where the White hand of Moses on the Bough
Puts out,⁴ and Jesus from the Ground suspires.

V.

Irám indeed is gone with all its Rose,⁵

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

High piping Péhlevi,⁶ with "Wine! Wine! Wine!
"Red Wine!"—the Nightingale cries to the Rose
That yellow Cheek⁷ of her's to'incarnadine.

VII.

Come, fill the Cup, and in the Fire of Spring

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.

VIII.

And look—a thousand Blossoms with the Day

Woke—and a thousand scatter'd into Clay:
And this first Summer Month that brings the Rose
Shall take Jamshýd and Kaikobád away.