Classic Poem

O remember how in secret Erst with us thy grace was,
How the love of thee's sign-manual Patent on our face was!

Ay, remember how, with chiding When thine eye did slay me,
Jesu's leachcraft in thy sugared Lip and thine embrace was;

How, when we, in privy commerce, Plied the cup of morning,
Thou and I alone, yet, certes, God with us in place was;

How, when on my moon the fillet Bound, upon her stirrup
Still attendant yonder crescent Courier of space was;

How I was a tavern haunter And how that which lacketh
In the mosque to-day vouchsafed me In the tavern base was.

Yea, bethink thee, when the jacinth Of the cup went laughing,
How between me and thy ruby Cómmuning apace was;

How thy cheek the taper kindled Of delight and joyance;
How this burning heart the heedless Moth about thy grace was!

How, indeed, in that assembly Of good sense and breeding,
Save the red wine's tipsy laughter, None in drunken case was!

How, (bethink thee), by thy judgment, Well and featly ordered
Was each unbored pearl that Hafiz Minded to enchase was!