My favourite book when I was a child was The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam.
Many years later, my treasured copy, printed in 1933 emerges in a still life with a cup of tea and some dainty heart biscuits. Bliss!
“Alas, the Spring should vanish with the Rose!
That Youth’s sweet-scented Manuscript should close!
The Nightingale that in the Branches sang,
Ah, whence, and whither flown again, who knows?”
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