"The Rubiyat”
by: Omar Khayyam

Gloria – 
Read this and pretty soon this fella will be your favorite poet, too!

Your pal, 
Josiah 

XXVII
Myself when young did eagerly frequent
Doctor and Gaint, and hear great argument
About it and about: but evermore
Came out by the same door where in I went. 

XXVIII
With them the seed of Wisdom did I sow, 
And with mine own hand wrought to make it grow;
And this was all the harvest that I reap’d--
“I came like Water, and like Wind I go.”

XLVII
When You and I behind the Veil are past,
Oh, but the long, long while the World shall last,
Which of our Coming and Departure heeds
As the Sea’s self should heed a pebble-- cast.

XLVIII
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!

LXIII
Oh, threats of [dark depths]* and hopes of Paradise!
One thing at last is certain—This Life flies;
One thing is certain and the rest is Lies;
The Flower that once has blown for ever dies. 

LXIV
Strange is it not? that of the myriads who
Before us pass’d the door of Darkness through,
Not one returns to tell us of the Road, 
Which to discover me must travel too.