There Was A Door To Which I

A Moment's Halt-a Momentary Taste Of Being From The Well Amid The Waste- And, Lo! The Phantom Caravan Has Reach'd The Nothing It Set Out From. Oh, Make Haste!

A Drink Is Shorter Than A Tale

I Can’t Reveal The Mystery To Either Saint Or Sinner; I Can’t State At Length What I’ve Said Curtly; I Achieve An Altered State That I Can’t Explain; I Have A Secret That I Cannot Share.

To Friends And Eke To Foes True Kindness Show; No Kindly Heart Unkindly Deeds Will Do; Harshness Will Alienate A Bosom Friend. And Kindness Reconcile A Deadly Foe.

How Much More Of The Mosque, Of Prayer And Fasting? Better Go Drunk And Begging Round The Taverns. Khayyam, Drink Wine, For Soon This Clay Of Yours Will Make A Cup, Bowl, One Day A Jar. When Once You Hear The Roses Are In Bloom, Then Is The Time, My Love, To Pour The Wine; Houris And Palaces And Heaven And Hell- These Are But Fairy-tales, Forget Them All.