Now is the volume of my youth outworn,
Read 'Now is the volume of my youth outworn,' by 'Omar Khayyam' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
Now is the volume of my youth outworn, by Omar Khayyam
Now is the volume of my youth outworn,
And all my spring-tide blossoms rent and torn.
Ah, bird of youth! I marked not when you came,
Nor when you fled, and left me thus forlorn.
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