ABSTRACT
I LOVE'S AWAKENING
Ho, saki, haste, the beaker bring, Fill up, and pass it round the ring; Love seemed at first an easy thingBut ahl the bard awakening.
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So sweet perfume the morning air Did lately from her tresses bear, Her twisted, musk-diffusing hairWhat heart's calamity was therel
Within life's caravanserai What brief security have I, When momently the bell doth cry, .. Bind on your loads; the hour is nigh I"
, Let wine upon the prayer-mat flow, An if the taverner bids so; Whose wont is on this road to go Its ways and manners well doth know.
