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one, for thy sweet sake, By whirlwinds tossed and swayed I roam; The stranger's accents round me wake These burning thoughts that wander home. No man such longings wild can bear As in my heart forever rise. Oh that the wind might waft me there Where my belovèd's vineyard lies! Oh that I were the zephyr fleet, That bends her vines and roses sweet.

For I am piteous and forlorn. As is the bird that haunts the night; Who inconsolably doth mourn Whene'er his rose is from his sight. O'er earth and ocean, everywhere I gaze in vain, with weary eyes. Oh that the wind might waft me there Where my beloved's vineyard lies! Oh that I were the zephyr fleet That bends her vines and roses sweet.