English poem
Xxxvii
by Omar Khayyam (1048–1131)
Ah, fill the Cup:--what boots it to repeat How Time is slipping underneath our Feet: Unborn TO-MORROW, and dead YESTERDAY Why fret about them if TO-DAY be sweet!
Versos English Omar Khayyam Xxxvii
Versos English Omar Khayyam Xxxvii
English poem
by Omar Khayyam (1048–1131)
Ah, fill the Cup:--what boots it to repeat How Time is slipping underneath our Feet: Unborn TO-MORROW, and dead YESTERDAY Why fret about them if TO-DAY be sweet!