I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head.
More Quotes from Edward Fitzgerald:Awake for Morning in the Bowl of Night; Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight; And Lo the Hunter of the East has caught; The Sultan's Turret in a Noose of Light.
Striking from the Calendar Unborn Tomorrow and dead Yesterday.
But still the Vine her ancient Ruby yields, And still a Garden by the Water blows.
There was the Door to which I found no key; There was the Veil through which I might see.
And when like her, O Saki, you shall pass.
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