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A PLEDGE TO HAFIZ.
BRIM the bowls with Shiraz wine !
Hafiz, in whose measures move
Youth is morning's transient ray;
THE GARDEN OF IREM.
Have you seen the Garden of Irem ?
thither. Give me a key to the halls of the sun When he goes behind the purple sea, Or a wand to open the vaults that run Down to the afrite-guarded treasures, And I will open its doors to thee. Who hath tasted its countless pleasures ? Who hath breathed, in its winds of spice, Raptures deeper than Paradise ? Who hath trodden its ivory floors, Where the fount drops pearl from a golden shell, And heard the hinges of diamond doors Swing to the music of Israfel?
Its roses blossom, its palms arise,
you reach that flood, can you drink its tide, Can you
swim its waves to the farther side, Your feet may enter there.
I have seen the Garden of Irem.
and strong, and bold, and free
Turning each on a newer glory:
Like one who lies on the marble lip