  THE hanging gardens of Babylon, The halls of Nineveh and Tyre, The palaces of Naishapur Are dead as Ashtaroth’s desire. Marble and stone Crumble and fall. A Castle in Spain Outlives them all. Omar’s soul as a rose-leaf sings In Persian gardens far remote; Ronsard’s love as a draught of wine Moistens many a Gallic throat. Lover and poet Pass away, But the wine of their song Is a rose to-day. Butler & Tanner Frome and London |
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