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IX.

But come with old Khayyám, and leave the Lot

Of Kaikobád and Kaikhosrú forgot:
⁠Let Rustum lay about him as he will,⁸
Or Hátim Tai cry Supper—heed them not.

X.

With me along some Strip of Herbage strown

That just divides the desert from the sown,
⁠Where name of Slave and Sultán scarce is known,
And pity Sultán Mahmúd on his Throne.

XI.

Here with a Loaf of Bread beneath the Bough,

A Flask of Wine, a Book of Verse—and Thou
⁠Beside me singing in the Wilderness—
And Wilderness is Paradise enow.

XII.

"How sweet is mortal Sovranty!"—think some:

Others—"How blest the Paradise to come!"
⁠Ah, take the Cash in hand and wave the Rest;
Oh, the brave Music of a distant Drum!⁹

XIII.

Look to the Rose that blows about us—"Lo,

"Laughing," she says, "into the World I blow:
⁠"At once the silken Tassel of my Purse
"Tear, and its Treasure¹⁰ on the Garden throw."