FitzGerald's fourth edition (1879)
Stanza 1
Wake! For the Sun who scatter'd into flight
The Stars before him from the Field of Night,
Drives Night along with them from Heav'n, and strikes
The Sultán's Turret with a Shaft of Light.
Stanza 2
Before the phantom of False morning died,
Methought a Voice within the Tavern cried,
“When all the Temple is prepared within,
“Why nods the drowsy Worshipper outside?”
Stanza 3
And, as the Cock crew, those who stood before
The Tavern shouted—“Open then the Door!
“You know how little while we have to stay,
“And, once departed, may return no more.”
Stanza 4
Now the New Year reviving old Desires,
The thoughtful Soul to Solitude retires,
Where the White Hand of Moses on the Bough
Puts out, and Jesus from the Ground suspires.
Stanza 5
Iram indeed is gone with all his Rose,
And Jamshýd's Sev'n-ring'd Cup where no one knows;
But still a Ruby kindles in the Vine,
And many a Garden by the Water blows.
Stanza 6
And David's lips are lockt; but in divine
High-piping Péhlevi, with “Wine! Wine! Wine!
“Red Wine!”—the Nightingale cries to the Rose
That sallow cheek of her's to' incarnadine.
Stanza 7
Come, fill the Cup, and in the fire of Spring
Your Winter-garment of Repentance fling:
The Bird of Time has but a little way
To flutter—and the Bird is on the Wing.
Stanza 8
Whether at Naishápúr or Babylon,
Whether the Cup with sweet or bitter run,
The Wine of Life keeps oozing drop by drop,
The Leaves of Life keep falling one by one.
Stanza 9
Each Morn a thousand Roses brings, you say:
Yes, but where leaves the Rose of Yesterday?
And this first Summer month that brings the Rose
Shall take Jamshyd and Kaikobád away.
Stanza 10
Well, let it take them! What have we to do
With Kaikobád the Great, or Kaikhosrú?
Let Zál and Rustum bluster as they will,
Or Hátim call to Supper—heed not you.
Stanza 11
With me along the strip of Herbage strown
That just divides the desert from the sown,
Where name of Slave and Sultán is forgot—
And Peace to Máhmúd on his golden Throne!
Stanza 12
A Book of Verses underneath the Bough,
A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread—and Thou
Beside me singing in the Wilderness—
Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow!
Stanza 13
Some for the Glories of This World; and some
Sigh for the Prophet's Paradise to come;
Ah, take the Cash, and let the Credit go,
Nor heed the rumble of a distant Drum!
Stanza 14
Look to the blowing Rose about us—“Lo,
“Laughing,” she says, “into the world I blow,
“At once the silken tassel of my Purse
“Tear, and its Treasure on the Garden throw.”
Stanza 15
And those who husbanded the Golden grain,
And those who flung it to the winds like Rain,
Alike to no such aureate Earth are turn'd
As, buried once, Men want dug up again.
Stanza 16
The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon
Turns Ashes—or it prospers; and anon,
Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty Face
Lighting a little hour or two—was gone.
Stanza 17
Think, in this batter'd Caravanserai
Whose Portals are alternate Night and Day,
How Sultán after Sultán with his Pomp
Abode his destin'd Hour, and went his way.
Stanza 18
They say the Lion and the Lizard keep
The Courts where Jamshyd gloried and drank deep:
And Bahrám, that great Hunter—the Wild Ass
Stamps o'er his Head, but cannot break his Sleep.
Stanza 19
I sometimes think that never blows so red
The Rose as where some buried Cæsar bled;
That every Hyacinth the Garden wears
Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head.
Stanza 20
And this delightful Herb whose tender Green
Fledges the River-Lip on which we lean—
Ah, lean upon it lightly! for who knows
From what once lovely Lip it springs unseen!
Stanza 21
Ah, my Belovéd, fill the Cup that clears
To-day of past Regret and future Fears:
To-morrow!—Why, To-morrow I may be
Myself with Yesterday's Sev'n thousand Years.
Stanza 22
For some we loved, the loveliest and the best
That from his Vintage rolling Time hath prest,
Have drunk their Cup a Round or two before,
And one by one crept silently to rest.
Stanza 23
And we, that now make merry in the Room
They left, and Summer dresses in new Bloom,
Ourselves must we beneath the Couch of Earth
Descend—ourselves to make a Couch—for whom?
Stanza 24
Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend,
Before we too into the Dust descend;
Dust into Dust, and under Dust, to lie,
Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and—sans End!
Stanza 25
Alike for those who for To-day prepare,
And those that after some To-morrow stare,
A Muezzín from the Tower of Darkness cries,
“Fools! your Reward is neither Here nor There.”
Stanza 26
Why, all the Saints and Sages who discuss'd
Of the Two Worlds so wisely they are thrust
Like foolish Prophets forth; their Words to Scorn
Are scatter'd, and their Mouths are stopt with Dust.
Stanza 27
Myself when young did eagerly frequent
Doctor and Saint, and heard great Argument
About it and about: but evermore
Came out by the same Door where in I went.
Stanza 28
With them the seed of Wisdom did I sow,
And with my own hand wrought to make it grow;
And this was all the Harvest that I reap'd—
“I came like Water, and like Wind I go.”
Stanza 29
Into this Universe, and Why not knowing,
Nor Whence, like Water willy-nilly flowing:
And out of it, as Wind along the Waste,
I know not Whither, willy-nilly blowing.
Stanza 30
What, without asking, hither hurried Whence?
And, without asking, Whither hurried hence!
Oh, many a Cup of this forbidden Wine
Must drown the memory of that insolence!
Stanza 31
Up from Earth's Centre through the Seventh Gate
I rose, and on the Throne of Saturn sate,
And many a Knot unravel'd by the Road;
But not the Master-knot of Human Fate.
Stanza 32
There was the Door to which I found no Key;
There was the Veil through which I might not see:
Some little talk awhile of Me and Thee
There was—and then no more of Thee and Me.
Stanza 33
Earth could not answer; nor the Seas that mourn
In flowing Purple, of their Lord forlorn;
Nor rolling Heaven, with all his Signs reveal'd
And hidden by the sleeve of Night and Morn.
Stanza 34
Then of the Thee in Me who works behind
The Veil, I lifted up my hands to find
A Lamp amid the Darkness; and I heard,
As from Without—“The Me within Thee blind!”
Stanza 35
Then to the Lip of this poor earthen Urn
I lean'd, the Secret of my Life to learn:
And Lip to Lip it murmur'd—“While you live,
“Drink!—for, once dead, you never shall return.”
Stanza 36
I think the Vessel, that with fugitive
Articulation answer'd, once did live,
And drink; and Ah! the passive Lip I kiss'd,
How many Kisses might it take—and give!
Stanza 37
For I remember stopping by the way
To watch a Potter thumping his wet Clay:
And with its all-obliterated Tongue
It murmur'd—“Gently, Brother, gently, pray!”
Stanza 38
And has not such a Story from of Old
Down Man's successive generations roll'd
Of such a clod of saturated Earth
Cast by the Maker into Human mould?
Stanza 39
And not a drop that from our Cups we throw
For Earth to drink of, but may steal below
To quench the fire of Anguish in some Eye
There hidden—far beneath, and long ago.
Stanza 40
As then the Tulip for her morning sup
Of Heav'nly Vintage from the soil looks up,
Do you devoutly do the like, till Heav'n
To Earth invert you like an empty Cup.
Stanza 41
Perplext no more with Human or Divine,
To-morrow's tangle to the winds resign,
And lose your fingers in the tresses of
The Cypress-slender Minister of Wine.
Stanza 42
And if the Wine you drink, the Lip you press,
End in what All begins and ends in—Yes;
Think then you are To-day what Yesterday
You were—To-morrow you shall not be less.
Stanza 43
So when the Angel of the darker Drink
At last shall find you by the river-brink,
And, offering his Cup, invite your Soul
Forth to your Lips to quaff—you shall not shrink.
Stanza 44
Why, if the Soul can fling the Dust aside,
And naked on the Air of Heaven ride,
Wer't not a Shame—wer't not a shame for him
In this clay carcase crippled to abide?
Stanza 45
'Tis but a Tent where takes his one-day's rest
A Sultán to the realm of Death addrest;
The Sultán rises, and the dark Ferrásh
Strikes, and prepares it for another Guest.
Stanza 46
And fear not lest Existence closing your
Account, and mine, should know the like no more;
The Eternal Sáki from that Bowl has pour'd
Millions of Bubbles like us, and will pour.
Stanza 47
When You and I behind the Veil are past,
Oh, but the long, long while the World shall last,
Which of our Coming and Departure heeds
As the Sea's self should heed a pebble-cast.
Stanza 48
A Moment's Halt—a momentary taste
Of Being from the Well amid the Waste—
And Lo!—the phantom Caravan has reacht
The Nothing it set out from—Oh, make haste!
Stanza 49
Would you that spangle of Existence spend
About the secret—quick about it, Friend!
A Hair perhaps divides the False and True—
And upon what, prithee, does life depend?
Stanza 50
A Hair, they say, divides the False and True;
Yes; and a single Alif were the clue—
Could you but find it—to the Treasure-house,
And peradventure to The Master too;
Stanza 51
Whose secret Presence, through Creation's veins
Running Quicksilver-like eludes your pains:
Taking all shapes from Máh to Máhi; and
They change and perish all—but He remains;
Stanza 52
A moment guess'd—then back behind the Fold
Immerst of Darkness round the Drama roll'd
Which, for the Pastime of Eternity,
He does Himself contrive, enact, behold.
Stanza 53
But if in vain, down on the stubborn floor
Of Earth, and up to Heav'n's unopening Door,
You gaze To-day, while You are You—how then
To-morrow, when You shall be You no more?
Stanza 54
Waste not your Hour, nor in the vain pursuit
Of This and That endeavour and dispute;
Better be jocund with the fruitful Grape
Than sadden after none, or bitter, Fruit.
Stanza 55
You know, my Friends, with what a brave Carouse
I made a Second Marriage in my house;
Divorced old barren Reason from my Bed,
And took the Daughter of the Vine to Spouse.
Stanza 56
For “Is” and “Is-not” though with Rule and Line,
And “Up-and-down” by Logic I define,
Of all that one should care to fathom, I
Was never deep in anything but—Wine.
Stanza 57
Ah, but my Computations, People say,
Reduced the Year to better reckoning?—Nay,
'Twas only striking from the Calendar
Unborn To-morrow, and dead Yesterday.
Stanza 58
And lately, by the Tavern Door agape,
Came shining through the Dusk an Angel Shape
Bearing a Vessel on his Shoulder; and
He bid me taste of it; and 'twas—the Grape!
Stanza 59
The Grape that can with Logic absolute
The Two-and-Seventy jarring Sects confute:
The sovereign Alchemist that in a trice
Life's leaden metal into Gold transmute:
Stanza 60
The mighty Mahmúd, Allah-breathing Lord,
That all the misbelieving and black Horde
Of Fears and Sorrows that infest the Soul
Scatters before him with his whirlwind Sword.
Stanza 61
Why, be this Juice the growth of God, who dare
Blaspheme the twisted tendril as a Snare?
A Blessing, we should use it, should we not?
And if a Curse—why, then, Who set it there?
Stanza 62
I must abjure the Balm of Life, I must,
Scared by some After-reckoning ta'en on trust,
Or lured with Hope of some Diviner Drink,
To fill the Cup—when crumbled into Dust!
Stanza 63
Oh threats of Hell and Hopes of Paradise!
One thing at least is certain—This Life flies:
One thing is certain and the rest is lies;
The Flower that once has blown for ever dies.
Stanza 64
Strange, is it not? that of the myriads who
Before us pass'd the door of Darkness through
Not one returns to tell us of the Road,
Which to discover we must travel too.
Stanza 65
The Revelations of Devout and Learn'd
Who rose before us, and as Prophets burn'd,
Are all but Stories, which, awoke from Sleep
They told their fellows, and to Sleep return'd.
Stanza 66
I sent my Soul through the Invisible,
Some letter of that After-life to spell:
And by and by my Soul return'd to me,
And answer'd “I Myself am Heav'n and Hell:”
Stanza 67
Heav'n but the Vision of fulfill'd Desire,
And Hell the Shadow of a Soul on fire
Cast on the Darkness into which Ourselves,
So late emerg'd from, shall so soon expire.
Stanza 68
We are no other than a moving row
Of Magic Shadow-shapes that come and go
Round with the Sun-illumin'd Lantern held
In Midnight by the Master of the Show;
Stanza 69
But helpless Pieces of the Game He plays
Upon this Chequer-board of Nights and Days;
Hither and thither moves, and checks, and slays,
And one by one back in the Closet lays.
Stanza 70
The Ball no question makes of Ayes and Noes,
But Here or There as strikes the Player goes;
And He that toss'd you down into the Field,
He knows about it all—he knows—HE knows!
Stanza 71
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
Stanza 72
And that inverted Bowl we call The Sky,
Whereunder crawling coop'd we live and die,
Lift not your hands to It for help—for It
As impotently moves as you or I.
Stanza 73
With Earth's first Clay They did the Last Man knead,
And then of the Last Harvest sow'd the Seed:
Yea, the first Morning of Creation wrote
What the Last Dawn of Reckoning shall read.
Stanza 74
Yesterday This Day's Madness did prepare;
To-morrow's Silence, Triumph, or Despair:
Drink! for you know not whence you came, nor why:
Drink! for you know not why you go, nor where.
Stanza 75
I tell you this—When, started from the Goal,
Over the flaming shoulders of the Foal
Of Heav'n Parwín and Mushtari they flung,
In my predestin'd Plot of Dust and Soul.
Stanza 76
The Vine had struck a fibre: which about
If clings my Being—let the Dervish flout;
Of my Base metal may be filed a Key,
That shall unlock the Door he howls without.
Stanza 77
And this I know: whether the one True Light,
Kindle to Love, or Wrath-consume me quite,
One Flash of It within the Tavern caught
Better than in the Temple lost outright.
Stanza 78
What! out of senseless Nothing to provoke
A conscious Something to resent the yoke
Of unpermitted Pleasure, under pain
Of Everlasting Penalties, if broke!
Stanza 79
What! from his helpless Creature be repaid
Pure Gold for what he lent him dross-allay'd—
Sue for a Debt we never did contract,
And cannot answer—Oh the sorry trade!
Stanza 80
Oh Thou, who didst with pitfall and with gin
Beset the Road I was to wander in,
Thou wilt not with Predestin'd Evil round
Enmesh, and then impute my Fall to Sin?
Stanza 81
Oh Thou, who Man of baser Earth didst make,
And ev'n with Paradise devise the Snake:
For all the Sin wherewith the Face of Man
Is blacken'd—Man's Forgiveness give—and take!
* * * * * *
Stanza 82
As under cover of departing Day
Slunk hunger-stricken Ramazán away,
Once more within the Potter's house alone
I stood, surrounded by the Shapes of Clay.
Stanza 83
Shapes of all Sorts and Sizes, great and small,
That stood along the floor and by the wall;
And some loquacious Vessels were; and some
Listen'd perhaps, but never talk'd at all.
Stanza 84
Said one among them—“Surely not in vain
“My substance of the common Earth was ta'en
“And to this Figure moulded, to be broke,
“Or trampled back to shapeless Earth again.”
Stanza 85
Then said a Second—“Ne'er a peevish Boy
“Would break the Bowl from which he drank in joy;
“And He that with his hand the Vessel made
“Will surely not in after Wrath destroy.”
Stanza 86
After a momentary silence spake
Some Vessel of a more ungainly Make;
“They sneer at me for leaning all awry:
“What! did the Hand then of the Potter shake?”
Stanza 87
Whereat some one of the loquacious Lot—
I think a Súfi pipkin—waxing hot—
“All this of Pot and Potter—Tell me, then,
“Who is the Potter, pray, and who the Pot?”
Stanza 88
“Why,” said another, “Some there are who tell
“Of one who threatens he will toss to Hell
“The luckless Pots he marr'd in making—Pish!
“He's a Good Fellow, and 'twill all be well.”
Stanza 89
“Well,” murmur'd one, “Let whoso make or buy,
“My Clay with long Oblivion is gone dry:
“But fill me with the old familiar Juice,
“Methinks I might recover by and by.”
Stanza 90
So while the Vessels one by one were speaking,
The little Moon look'd in that all were seeking:
And then they jogg'd each other, “Brother! Brother!
“Now for the Porter's shoulder-knot a-creaking!”
* * * * * *
Stanza 91
Ah, with the Grape my fading life provide,
And wash the Body whence the Life has died,
And lay me, shrouded in the living Leaf,
By some not unfrequented Garden-side.
Stanza 92
Then ev'n my buried Ashes such a snare
Of Vintage shall fling up into the Air
As not a True-believer passing by
But shall be overtaken unaware.
Stanza 93
Indeed the Idols I have loved so long
Have done my credit in this World much wrong:
Have drown'd my Glory in a shallow Cup,
And sold my Reputation for a Song.
Stanza 94
Indeed, indeed, Repentance oft before
I swore—but was I sober when I swore?
And then and then came Spring, and Rose-in-hand
My thread-bare Penitence apieces tore.
Stanza 95
And much as Wine has play'd the Infidel,
And robb'd me of my Robe of Honour—Well,
I wonder often what the Vintners buy
One half so precious as the stuff they sell.
Stanza 96
Yet Ah, that Spring should vanish with the Rose!
That Youth's sweet-scented manuscript should close!
The Nightingale that in the branches sang,
Ah whence, and whither flown again, who knows!
Stanza 97
Would but the Desert of the Fountain yield
One glimpse—if dimly, yet indeed, reveal'd,
To which the fainting Traveller might spring,
As springs the trampled herbage of the field!
Stanza 98
Would but some wingéd Angel ere too late
Arrest the yet unfolded Roll of Fate,
And make the stern Recorder otherwise
Enregister, or quite obliterate!
Stanza 99
Ah Love! could thou and I with Him conspire
To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire,
Would not we shatter it to bits—and then
Re-mould it nearer to the Heart's Desire!
* * * * * *
Stanza 100
Yon rising Moon that looks for us again—
How oft hereafter will she wax and wane;
How oft hereafter rising look for us
Through this same Garden—and for one in vain!
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- First edition 1859
- Second edition 1868
- Third edition 1872
- Fourth edition 1879
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- knowing
- knows
- lamp
- lantern
- lap
- last
- late
- lately
- laughing
- lay
- lays
- leaden
- leaf
- lean
- lean'd
- leaning
- learn
- learn'd
- least
- leaves
- left
- lent
- less
- lest
- let
- letter
- lie
- lies
- life
- life's
- lift
- lifted
- light
- lighting
- lightly
- like
- line
- lion
- lip
- lips
- listen'd
- little
- live
- living
- lizard
- lo
- loaf
- lockt
- logic
- long
- look
- look'd
- looks
- loquacious
- lord
- lose
- lost
- lot
- love
- loved
- loveliest
- lovely
- luckless
- lure
- lured
- made
- madness
- magic
- máh
- máhi
- máhmúd
- make
- maker
- makes
- making
- man
- man's
- manuscript
- many
- marr'd
- marriage
- master
- master-knot
- may
- me
- memory
- men
- merry
- metal
- methinks
- methought
- midnight
- might
- mighty
- millions
- mine
- minister
- misbelieving
- moment
- moment's
- momentary
- month
- moon
- more
- morn
- morning
- moses
- most
- mould
- moulded
- mourn
- mouths
- moves
- moving
- much
- muezzín
- murmur'd
- mushtari
- must
- my
- myriads
- myself
- naishápúr
- naked
- name
- nay
- ne'er
- nearer
- neither
- never
- new
- night
- nightingale
- nights
- no
- nods
- noes
- none
- nor
- not
- nothing
- now
- o'er
- obliterate
- oblivion
- of
- offering
- oft
- often
- oh
- old
- on
- once
- one
- one-day's
- only
- oozing
- open
- or
- other
- otherwise
- our
- ourselves
- out
- outright
- outside
- over
- overtaken
- own
- pain
- pains
- paradise
- parwín
- pass
- pass'd
- passing
- passive
- past
- pastime
- peace
- pebble-cast
- peevish
- péhlevi
- penalties
- penitence
- people
- peradventure
- perhaps
- perish
- perplext
- phantom
- pieces
- piety
- pipkin
- pish
- pitfall
- play'd
- player
- plays
- pleasure
- plot
- pomp
- poor
- portals
- porter's
- pot
- pots
- potter
- potter's
- pour
- pour'd
- pray
- precious
- predestin'd
- prepare
- prepared
- prepares
- presence
- press
- prest
- prithee
- prophet's
- prophets
- prospers
- provide
- provoke
- pure
- purple
- purse
- pursuit
- puts
- quaff
- quench
- question
- quick
- quicksilver-like
- quite
- rain
- ramazán
- re-mould
- reach
- reacht
- read
- realm
- reap'd
- reason
- reckoning
- recorder
- recover
- red
- reduced
- regret
- remains
- remember
- repaid
- repentance
- reputation
- resent
- resign
- rest
- retires
- return
- return'd
- returns
- reveal'd
- revelations
- reviving
- reward
- ride
- rises
- rising
- river-brink
- river-lip
- road
- robb'd
- robe
- roll
- roll'd
- rolling
- room
- rose
- rose-in-hand
- roses
- round
- row
- ruby
- rule
- rumble
- run
- running
- rustum
- sadden
- sages
- said
- saint
- saints
- sáki
- sallow
- same
- sang
- sans
- sate
- saturated
- saturn
- say
- says
- scared
- scatter'd
- scatters
- scheme
- scorn
- sea's
- seas
- second
- secret
- sects
- see
- seed
- seeking
- self
- sell
- senseless
- sent
- set
- sev'n
- sev'n-ring'd
- seventh
- shadow
- shadow-shapes
- shaft
- shake
- shall
- shallow
- shame
- shape
- shapeless
- shapes
- shatter
- she
- shining
- should
- shoulder
- shoulder-knot
- shoulders
- shouted
- show
- shrink
- shrouded
- sigh
- signs
- silence
- silently
- silken
- sin
- singer
- singing
- single
- sizes
- sky
- slave
- slays
- sleep
- sleeve
- slunk
- small
- snake
- snare
- sneer
- snow
- so
- sober
- soil
- sold
- solitude
- some
- something
- sometimes
- song
- soon
- sorrows
- sorry
- sorts
- soul
- sovereign
- sow
- sow'd
- sown
- spake
- spangle
- speaking
- spell
- spend
- spot
- spouse
- spring
- springs
- stamps
- star-scatter'd
- stare
- stars
- started
- stay
- steal
- stern
- still
- stood
- stopping
- stopt
- stories
- story
- strange
- strikes
- striking
- strip
- strown
- struck
- stubborn
- stuff
- substance
- successive
- such
- sue
- súfi
- sultán
- sultán's
- summer
- sun
- sun-illumin'd
- sup
- supper
- surely
- surrounded
- suspires
- sweet
- sweet-scented
- sword
- swore
- ta'en
- take
- takes
- taking
- talk
- talk'd
- tangle
- tassel
- taste
- tavern
- tear
- tears
- tell
- temple
- tender
- tendril
- tent
- than
- that
- the
- thee
- their
- them
- then
- there
- they
- thing
- things
- think
- this
- thither
- those
- thou
- though
- thoughtful
- thousand
- thread-bare
- threatens
- threats
- throne
- through
- throw
- thrust
- thumping
- thy
- till
- time
- to
- to'
- to-day
- to-morrow
- to-morrow's
- told
- tongue
- too
- took
- tore
- toss
- toss'd
- tower
- trade
- trampled
- transmute
- travel
- traveller
- treasure
- treasure-house
- tresses
- trice
- triumph
- true
- true-believer
- trust
- tulip
- turn
- turn'd
- turns
- turret
- twisted
- two
- two-and-seventy
- unaware
- unborn
- under
- underneath
- unfolded
- unfrequented
- ungainly
- universe
- unlock
- unopening
- unpermitted
- unravel'd
- unseen
- up
- up-and-down
- upon
- urn
- us
- use
- vain
- vanish
- veil
- veins
- verses
- vessel
- vessels
- vine
- vintage
- vintners
- vision
- voice
- wake
- wall
- wander
- wane
- want
- was
- wash
- waste
- watch
- water
- wax
- waxing
- way
- we
- wears
- well
- went
- wer't
- were
- wet
- what
- when
- whence
- where
- whereat
- whereunder
- wherewith
- whether
- which
- while
- whirlwind
- white
- whither
- who
- whom
- whose
- whoso
- why
- wild
- wilderness
- will
- willy-nilly
- wilt
- wind
- winds
- wine
- wing
- wingéd
- winter-garment
- wisdom
- wisely
- wit
- with
- within
- without
- wonder
- word
- words
- works
- world
- worldly
- worlds
- worshipper
- would
- wrath
- wrath-consume
- writ
- writes
- wrong
- wrote
- wrought
- yea
- year
- years
- yes
- yesterday
- yesterday's
- yet
- yield
- yoke
- yon
- you
- young
- your
- youth's
- zál
- —
- “
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