Note 279
The Third Kalandar’s Tale.
Anglicè "him."
"Racked is my heart by parting fro' my friends * And two rills ever fro' my eyelids flow: With them[FN#279] went forth my hopes, Ah, well away! * What shift remaineth me to say or do? Would I had never looked upon their sight, * What shift, fair sirs, when paths e'er strainer grow? What charm shall calm my pangs when this wise burn * Longings of love which in my vitals glow? Would I had trod with them the road of Death! * …
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