| The Bride of the rose is come Again to the Feast of Spring |
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| At dawntide, intent on repentance, "For guidance," quoth I, "I'll sue" |
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| If ever it be vouchsafed me The hand in thy tress to twine |
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| Yon friend, by whom our dwelling A fay's abiding-place was |
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| Unto us the bird of Fortune Yet its way belike shall make |
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| Lo, at dawning wakeful Fortune To my bed hath come |
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| O Lord, in the street of the winehouse What clamour at day there was! |
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| The East wind, at the break of day, A waft from the Friend's tress hath broughten |
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| If union with thee vouchsafed To me of the sky shall be |
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| Hail to Shiraz and its station past compare! |
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