THE KASÎDAH VIII, 33, 48

“Have mercy, man!” the Zâhid cries,
 “of our best visions rob us not!
“Mankind a future life must have
 to balance life’s unequal lot.”

“Nay,” quoth the Magian, “’tis not so;
 I draw my wine for one and all,
“A cup for this, a score for that,
 e’en as his measure’s great or small:

“Who drinks one bowl hath scant delight;
 to poorest passion he was born;
“Who drains the score must e’er expect
 to rue the headache of the morn.”

Safely he jogs along the way
 which ‘Golden Mean’ the sages call;
Who scales the brow of frowning Alp
 must face full many a slip and fall.

THE KASÎDAH IV, 85, 96

“The lovely Gods of lib’ertine Greece,
 those fair and frail humanities
“Whose homes o’erlook’d the Middle Sea,
 where all Earth’s beauty cradled lies,

“Ne’er left its blessèd bounds, nor sought
 the barb’arous climes of barb’arous gods
“Where Odin of the dreary North
 o’er hog and sickly mead-cup nods:

“And when, at length, ‘Great Pan is dead’
 uprose the loud and dol’orous cry
“A glamour wither’d on the ground,
 a splendour faded in the sky.