Death & Dying
XXXVII
From The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam
Death & Dying
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!
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FitzGerald, Edward. “XXXVII.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/fitzgerald/18/.
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