Final version, from previous post.
Yon rising moon that looks for us again–
How oft hereafter will she wax and wane;
How oft hereafter rising look for us
Through this same Garden–and for one in vain!
And when like her, oh, Saki, you shall pass
Among the guests star-scatter’d on the Grass,
And in your joyous errand reach the spot
Where I made One–turn down an empty Glass!
The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam, trans. Edward FitzGerald.
For David Lewis James, 1941-2012.