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OMAR KHAYYÁM OF NAISHÁPÚR.
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XXIX.
Nor whence, like Water willy-nilly flowing:
And out of it, as Wind along the Waste,
I know not whither, willy-nilly blowing.
XXX.
And, without asking, whither hurried hence!
Another and another Cup to drown
The Memory of this Impertinence!
XXXI.
I rose, and on the Throne of Saturn sate,13
And many Knots unravel'd by the Road;
But not the Knot of Human Death and Fate.
XXXII.
There was a Veil past which I could not see:
Some little Talk awhile of Me and Thee
There seemed—and then no more of Thee and Me.15
XXXIII.
Asking, "What Lamp had Destiny to guide
"Her little Children stumbling in the Dark?"
And—"A blind understanding!" Heav'n replied.