The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon Turns Ashes—or it prospers; and anon, Like Snow upon the Desert’s dusty Face, Lighting a little hour or two—is gone. OMAR KHAYYAM/Edward Fitzgerald Share this:TweetEmailPrintMoreRedditShare on TumblrLike this:Like Loading... Related TwohundredfiftyfourTwohundredfiftysix