3 4 That have all of them borne twins, Like a line of scarlet are thy Lips, With a thousand bucklers hung on it, 5 Thy two Breasts are like two fawns, 6 7 That feed among the lilies. And the shadows flee away, I will go my way To the Mount of Myrrh, And to the Hill of Frankincense. Thou art all fair, My Love, and no spot in Thee. PART III. CHAP. IV. 8-v. I. Garden of Spices and Fruits in Autumn. THE KING. 8 Along with me from Lebanon, my Bride, Along with me from Lebanon, come; Look from off the top of Amana, From the top of Shenir and Hermon, From the mountains of the leopards : Thou hast taken my heart, my Sister, my Spouse, How pleasant is thy love, my Sister, my Spouse, And the odour of thine ointments above all perfumes! Honey from the comb dropping are thy lips, my Spouse, Honey and milk underneath thy tongue, And the scent of thy garments like To the scent of the Lebanon : A Garden enclosed, 5 5 With all the chief of spices: And come, thou South, THE BRIDE. Let my Beloved come into his garden, THE KING. I am come into my garden, Along with my milk; Eat, O friends, drink, yea drink abundantly, 4 CANTICLE IV. THE KING PROVOKED TO WITHDRAW, IS DESCRIBED IN HIS BEAUTY; THE BRIDE'S LOVELINESS, AND PRAYER FOR HIS PRESENCE. PART I. -CHAP. V. 2-VI. 3. Sleep and Sorrow; the Beauty of the Beloved. 3 2 THE BRIDE. I sleep, but my heart waketh; The voice of my Beloved knocking; "Open to me, my Sister, My love, my dove, my innocent, For my head is filled with dew, My locks with the drops of the night." "I have put off my coat, How can I soil them?" My Well-beloved thrust his hand 5 6. I arose to open to my Well-beloved, On the handles of the bar. I opened to my Well-beloved; My soul swooned away for his word; 7 There found me the watchers, That walk round the city; 8 9 They have smitten me, Have wounded me, Have the keepers of the walls. I lay on you a charge, DAUGHTERS OF JERUSALEM. What is thy Beloved more than any beloved, |