| I, unto whom Thou gavest To look on the the Loved One's face |
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| Love is guide enough to farers in Love's road |
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| "From my heart", quoth I, "the passion Of her cheek away I'll do!" |
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| The Morning of Fortune hath dawned: Where is the cup like the sun? |
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| The Curve, thy roguish brows, bow-wise, On Thy fore-head did cast |
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| Behoving 'tis that charmers all To thee should homage pay |
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| The Winecup in hand whoso doth hold |
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| Not each 'tis that kindleth her face, Heart-charmership's way who knoweth |
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| My hand from the quest I will not Withhold till my need forth cometh |
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| A Thousand thanks that I see thee Again, to my full intent |
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