The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts uponTurns Ashes — or it prospers; and anon,Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty FaceLighting a little Hour or two — is gone. FitzGerald, Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám (1859)
There was the Door to which I found no Key;There was the Veil through which I might not see:Some little talk awhile of Me and TheeThere was — and then no more of Thee and Me. FitzGerald, Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám (1859)