Reply to "ROSES"

Look to the Rose that blows about us -- "Lo,
"Laughing," she says, "into the World I blow:
"At once the silken Tassel of my Purse
"Tear, and its Treasure on the Garden throw."

Omar Khayyam

While the Rose blows along the River Brink,
With old Khayyam and Ruby Vintage drink:
And when the Angel with his darker Draught
Draws up to Thee -- take that, and do not shrink.