XLVI.

 And fear not lest Existence closing your
 Account, and mine, should know the like no more;
   The Eternal Saki from that Bowl has pour'd
 Millions of Bubbles like us, and will pour.


XLVII.

 When You and I behind the Veil are past,
 Oh, but the long, long while the World shall last,
   Which of our Coming and Departure heeds
 As the Sea's self should heed a pebble-cast.


XLVIII.

 A Moment's Halt--a momentary taste
 Of BEING from the Well amid the Waste--
   And Lo!--the phantom Caravan has reach'd
 The NOTHING it set out from--Oh, make haste!


XLIX.

 Would you that spangle of Existence spend
 About THE SECRET--quick about it, Friend!
   A Hair perhaps divides the False from True--
 And upon what, prithee, may life depend?


L.

 A Hair perhaps divides the False and True;
 Yes; and a single Alif were the clue--
   Could you but find it--to the Treasure-house,
 And peradventure to THE MASTER too;