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In Memoriam
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Yon rising Moon that looks for us again--- How oft hereafter will she wax and wane; How oft hereafter rising look for us Through this same Garden---and for one in vain!
And when like her, oh, Sáki, you shall pass Among the Guests Star-scatter'd on the Grass, And in your blissful errand reach the spot Where I made One---turn down an empty Glass!
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Vedder's note: The sigh of all. Omar, with his feeble hope of a
future, but calmly contemplating inexorable death, still longs for a
continuance of existence, if only in the hearts of his companions.
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