I sometimes think that never blows so red
The rose as where some buried Caesar bled.


The Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám (1859) st. 18


I sometimes think that never blows so red The rose as where some buried Caesar bled.

I sometimes think that never blows so red The rose as where some buried Caesar bled.

I sometimes think that never blows so red The rose as where some buried Caesar bled.

I sometimes think that never blows so red The rose as where some buried Caesar bled.