artscan 🇬🇧 2013-04-09 13:39
I sent my Soul through the Invisible,/Some letter of that After-life to spell:/And after many days my Soul return'd/And said, "Behold, Myself am Heav'n and Hell:"
I sent my Soul through the Invisible,/Some letter of that After-life to spell:/And after many days my Soul return'd/And said, "Behold, Myself am Heav'n and Hell:"
artscan 🇬🇧 2013-04-09 13:39
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 Sultán's Turret in a Noose of Light.
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 Sultán's Turret in a Noose of Light.
artscan 🇬🇧 2013-04-09 13:40
Myself when young did eagerly frequent/Doctor and Saint, and heard great Argument/About it and about; but evermore/Came out by the same Door as in I went.
Myself when young did eagerly frequent/Doctor and Saint, and heard great Argument/About it and about; but evermore/Came out by the same Door as in I went.
artscan 🇬🇧 2013-04-09 13:40
The Moving Finger writes; and having writ,/Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit/Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,/Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
The Moving Finger writes; and having writ,/Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit/Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,/Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
artscan 🇬🇧 2013-04-09 13:40
Ah, Moon of my Delight who know'st no wane,/The Moon of Heav'n is rising once again:/How oft herafter rising shall she look/Through this same Garden after me - in vain!
Ah, Moon of my Delight who know'st no wane,/The Moon of Heav'n is rising once again:/How oft herafter rising shall she look/Through this same Garden after me - in vain!
artscan 🇬🇧 2013-04-09 13:41
They say the Lion and the Lizard keep/The Courts where Jamshýd gloried and drank deep:/And Bahrám, that great Hunter - the wild Ass/Stamps o'er his head, but cannot break his Sleep.
They say the Lion and the Lizard keep/The Courts where Jamshýd gloried and drank deep:/And Bahrám, that great Hunter - the wild Ass/Stamps o'er his head, but cannot break his Sleep.
artscan 🇬🇧 2013-04-09 13:41
So when at last the Angel of the darker drink/Of Darkness finds you by the river-brink,/And proffering his Cup, invites your Soul/Forth to your Lips to quaff it - do not shrink.
So when at last the Angel of the darker drink/Of Darkness finds you by the river-brink,/And proffering his Cup, invites your Soul/Forth to your Lips to quaff it - do not shrink.
artscan 🇬🇧 2013-04-09 13:42
You know, my Friends, how bravely in my House/For a new Marriage I did make Carouse:/Divorced old barren Reason from my Bed,/And took the Daughter of the Vine to Spouse.
You know, my Friends, how bravely in my House/For a new Marriage I did make Carouse:/Divorced old barren Reason from my Bed,/And took the Daughter of the Vine to Spouse.
artscan 🇬🇧 2013-04-09 13:42
We are no other than a moving row/Of visionary Shapes that come and go/Round with this Sun-illumin'd Lantern held/In Midnight by the Master of the Show;
We are no other than a moving row/Of visionary Shapes that come and go/Round with this Sun-illumin'd Lantern held/In Midnight by the Master of the Show;
artscan 🇬🇧 2013-04-09 13:42
A Book of Verses underneath the Bough,/A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread - and Thou/Beside me singing in the Wilderness -/Oh Wilderness were Paradise enow!
A Book of Verses underneath the Bough,/A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread - and Thou/Beside me singing in the Wilderness -/Oh Wilderness were Paradise enow!
artscan 🇬🇧 2013-04-09 13:43
Then of the Thee in Me who works behind/The Veil, I lifted up my hands to find/A lamp amid the Darkness; and I heard,/As from Without - "The Me within Thee blind!"
Then of the Thee in Me who works behind/The Veil, I lifted up my hands to find/A lamp amid the Darkness; and I heard,/As from Without - "The Me within Thee blind!"
artscan 🇬🇧 2013-04-09 13:43
The Ball no question makes of Ayes and Noes,/But Here or There as strikes the Player goes;/And He that toss'd you down into the Field,/He knows about it all - he knows - HE knows!
The Ball no question makes of Ayes and Noes,/But Here or There as strikes the Player goes;/And He that toss'd you down into the Field,/He knows about it all - he knows - HE knows!