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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=519283" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Sufi In The City</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=519283" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=519283" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">When late I watched the arrows of the sleet<br>Against the windows of the Tavern beat,<br>I heard a Rose that murmured from her Pot:<br>'Why trudge thy fellows yonder in the Street?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=519283" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">II.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=519283" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'Before the phantom of False Morning dies,<br>Choked in the bitter Net that binds the skies,<br>Their feet, bemired with Yesterday, set out<br>For the dark alleys where To-morrow lies.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=519283" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">III.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=519283" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'Think you, when all their petals they have bruised,<br>And all the fragrances of Life confused,<br>That Night with sweeter rest will comfort these<br>Than us, who still within the Garden mused?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=519283" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">IV.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=519283" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'Think you the Gold they fight for all day long<br>Is worth the frugal Peace their clamours wrong?<br>Their Titles, and the Name they toil to build---<br>Will they outlast the echoes of our Song?'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=519283" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">V.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=519283" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">O Sons of Omar, what shall be the close<br>Seek not to know, for no man living knows:<br>But while within your hands the Wine is set<br>Drink ye--to Omar and the Dreaming Rose!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Sir+Henry+Newbolt">Sir Henry Newbolt</a></strong></div>

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