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A Thousand thanks that I see thee Again, to my full intent
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The Fragrance of love I've scented, The lightning of union see
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Eyes an ocean making, patience To the wilderness I'll cast
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Yon friend, by whom our dwelling A fay's abiding-place was
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Our Book, for this many a year, In pawn for the vinejuice red is
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Yon meddler, at me who for love And toping outcry maketh
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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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