| "Well," murmur`d one, "Let whoso make or buy,
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Edward FitzGerald |
| "Why," said another, "Some there are who tell
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| A Book of Verses underneath the Bough,
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Edward FitzGerald |
| A Hair perhaps divides the False and True;
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Edward FitzGerald |
| A moment guess`d - then back behind the
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Edward FitzGerald |
| A Moment`s Halt - a momentary taste
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Edward FitzGerald |
| After a momentary silence spake
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| Ah Love! could you and I with Him conspire
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| Ah, but my Computations, People say,
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| Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend,
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Edward FitzGerald |
| Ah, my Beloved, fill the Cup that clears
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| Ah, with the Grape my fading life provide,
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| Alike for those who for TO - DAY prepare,
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| And David`s Lips are lockt; but in divine
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Edward FitzGerald |
| And fear not lest Existence closing your
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Edward FitzGerald |