Think not I dread to see my spirit fly,
Through the dark gates of fell mortality;
Death has no terrors when the life is true;
'Tis living ill that makes us fear to die.
The Quatrains of Omar Khayyám (ed. 1882)
Think not I dread to see my spirit fly,
Through the dark gates of fell mortality;
Death has no terrors when the life is true;
'Tis living ill that makes us fear to die.
The Quatrains of Omar Khayyám (ed. 1882)