When, with bowed head, I have fallen at the feet of
Read 'When, with bowed head, I have fallen at the feet of' by 'Omar Khayyam' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
When, with bowed head, I have fallen at the feet of by Omar Khayyam
When, with bowed head, I have fallen at the feet of
death; when this destroying angel shall have made me
like a bird robbed of its plumage, then of my dust make
nothing other than a flask, for the perfume of the wine
that it contains might revive me for an instant.
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