FROM OMAR KHAYYAM

By Ralph Waldo Emerson

Each spot where tulips prank their state

Has drunk the life-blood of the great;

The violets yon field which stain

Are moles of beauties Time hath slain.

Unbar the door, since thou the Opener art,

Show me the forward way, since thou art guide,

I put no faith in pilot or in chart,

Since they are transient, and thou dost abide.