@3Chorus@1 IN this red wine, where Memory's eyes seem glowing Of days when wines were bright by Ouse and Cam, And Norfolk's foaming nectar glittered, showing What beard of gold John Barleycorn was growing, We drink to thee whose lore is Nature's knowing, Omar Khayyam! I Star-gazer who canst read, when night is strowing Her scriptured orbs on Time's frail oriflamme, Nature's proud blazon: "Who shall bless or damn? Life, Death, and Doom are all of my bestowing!" @3Chorus@1 Omar Khayyam! II Master whose stream of balm and music, flowing Through Persian gardens, widened till it swam -- A fragrant tide no bank of Time shall dam -- Through Suffolk meads where gorse and may were blowing, @3Chorus@1 Omar Khayyam! III Who blent thy song with sound of cattle lowing, And caw of rooks that perch on ewe and ram, And hymn of lark, and bleat of orphan lamb, And swish of scythe in Bredfield's dewy mowing? @3Chorus@1 Omar Khayyam! IV 'T was Fitz, "Old Fitz," whose knowledge, farther going Than lore of Omar, "Wisdom's starry Cham," Made richer still thine opulent epigram: Sowed seed from seed of thine immortal sowing. @3Chorus@1 Omar Khayyam! In this red wine, where Memory's eyes seem glowing Of days when wines were bright by Ouse and Cam, And Norfolk's foaming nectar glittered, showing What beard of gold John Barleycorn was growing, We drink to thee whose lore is Nature's knowing, Omar Khayyam! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SEPULCHRE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO GALLANT FRANCE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON UNCLE JIM'S BAPTIST REVIVAL HYMN by SIDNEY LANIER THE DINNER-PARTY by AMY LOWELL SAINT PATRICK by EDWIN MARKHAM NORTH WIND TO DUTIFUL BEAST MIDWAY BETWEEN DIAL & FOOT OF GARDEN CLOCK by MARIANNE MOORE |