Rubá’í of the Day

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To-day to heights of rapture have I soared,
Yea, and with drunken Maghs pure wine adored;
I am become beside myself, and rest
In that pure temple, “Am not I your Lord?”

Posted on 24/07/2013, in literature, poetry and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

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