Living
LXXXIX
From The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam
Living
"Well," murmured one, "Let whoso make or buy,
My Clay with long Oblivion is gone dry:
But fill me with the old familiar Juice,
Methinks I might recover by and by."
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FitzGerald, Edward. “LXXXIX.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/fitzgerald/89/.
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FitzGerald, Edward. “LXXXIX.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/fitzgerald/89/.
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