Edward FitzGerald Quotes

And when Thyself with shining foot shall pass Among the guests star-scattered on the grass, And in thy joyous errand reach the spot Where I made one—turn down an empty glass!

Here with a loaf of bread beneath the bough, A flask of wine, a book of verse—and Thou Beside me singing in the wilderness— And wilderness is paradise enow.

Awake! for Morning in the bowl of night Has flung the stone that puts the stars to flight: And Lo! the Hunter of the East has caught The Sultan’s turret in a noose of light.