THE KASÎDAH IX, 153, 164

But!—faded flow’er and fallen leaf
 no more shall deck the parent tree;
And man once dropt by Tree of Life
 what hope of other life has he?

The shatter’d bowl shall know repair;
 the riven lute shall sound once more;
But who shall mend the clay of man,
 the stolen breath to man restore?

The shiver’d clock again shall strike;
 the broken reed shall pipe again:
But we, we die, and Death is one,
 the doom of brutes, the doom of men.

THE KASÎDAH I, 49, 56

Why must we meet, why must we part,
 why must we bear this yoke of MUST,
Without our leave or askt or given,
 by tyrant Fate on victim thrust?

That Eve so gay, so bright, so glad,
 this Morn so dim, and sad, and grey;
Strange that life’s Registrar should write
 this day a day, that day a day!