The Shears Of Fate

Khayyam, who stitched the tents of science,
Has fallen in grief's furnace and been suddenly burned,
The shears of Fate have cut the tent ropes of his life,
And the broker of Hope has sold him for nothing!

by Omar Khayyam

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Happy poems make you happy- joyful. I enjoyed the poem and the comments- Who added and corrected Glittered and framed more!
The missing verse is (as far as I remember) : Sing ye all softly, now dreams let us weave him Wind him in slumber and there let us leave him the wanderer sleepest, now soft be his pillow Lullabye, lullabye alder and willow
yes sara, i'm pretty sure myself...
i think a verse of this is missing...