had tried. But he gave me much more. He became my friend,

The way of Wine; but now that reigns the rose,

Lord of Repentance, rage not, but relent.

I wish to drink of wine--so deep, so deep -

The scent of wine my sepulchre shall steep,

And they, the revellers by Omar's tomb,

Shall breathe it, and in Wine shall fall asleep.

Before the rent walls of a ruined town

Lay the King's skull, whereby a bird flew down