Dome of Khayyam's Tomb |
Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
And when like her, oh Saki, you shall pass
Among the Guests star-scatter'd on the Grass,
And in your joyous Errand reach the Spot
Where I made one -- turn down an empty Glass!