| For the cark of the time, whereunto Bound or confine I see not |
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| The Garden of Eternity's The privy cell of Dervishes |
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| O hoopoe of the East, To Sheba's air I send thee |
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| Renouncement, o friend, of seclusion The maid of the vine hath made |
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| My soul cometh forth and my wish, Belov'd, of thee cometh not forth |
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| Prelude |
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| Quoth the wine-seller old yesterday |
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| To the gard'ner, if the five-days Commerce of the rose behoveth |
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| Since that thy blessed shadow On my existence fell |
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| Though in ferment, like the wine-jar, For the heart a-fire, am I |
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