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Whenas mine eyes behold thee not, that day, iii. 47.
Whenas the soul desireth one other than its peer, ii. 207.
Wind of the East, if thou pass by the land where my loved ones dwell, I pray, ii. 204, 271.
Would God upon that bitterest day, when my death calls for me, i. 47.
Would we may live together, and when we come to die, i. 47.
YE chide at one who weepeth for troubles ever new, iii. 30.
Ye know I’m passion-maddened, racked with love and languishment, ii. 230.
Your coming to-me-ward, indeed, with “Welcome! Fair welcome!” I hail, iii. 136.
Your water I’ll leave without drinking, for there, i. 210.
