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What is thy Beloved more than any beloved,

That in this wise thou chargest us?

IO

THE BRIDE.
My Beloved is white and red,
The chief

among ten thousand.
His Head is a mass of gold most fine;
His Locks are branches clustering,

Black as the raven-down.

II

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His Eyes are like the doves

By the brooks of waters,
Washing in the milky streams,

Sitting within the floods.

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His Mouth is every sweetness ;

Yea, all of him loveliness.

Beloved one,

This is

my
And this is my Companion,
O daughters of Jerusalem.

VI.

DAUGHTERS OF JERUSALEM.
Whither has thy Beloved gone,

O thou Fair One amongst women ?
Which way turned thy Beloved,

That we may seek for him with thee?

THE BRIDE.

2 My Beloved has gone down into his garden,

To the beds of balsams,
To feed in the gardens,

And to gather lilies. 3 I am my Beloved's, and my Beloved mine ;

,
He that feeds among the lilies.

PART II.-CHAP. VI. 4-10. The King Returning gives his last Description

of the Bride.

THE KING.

4 Fair art thou, my Friend, as Tirzah,

Beautiful as Jerusalem,
Awful as a

bannered

army ;

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Thy Hair is like a flock of goats,

That hang adown the Gilead ;
6 Thy Teeth are like a flock of ewes

That come up from the washing,
That have all of them borne twins,

And none bereft among them;
7 Like the halves of the pomegranate

Are thy Temples through thy locks.

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9

Threescore are they, the queens,
And fourscore the concubines,
And the virgins numberless;

One is She, my dove, my faultless,
The only one is she unto her mother,
The chosen one she unto her that bare her.
The daughters beheld her,

And blessed her;
The queens and concubines,

And praised her :
" Who is this that looketh down like the morn,

Fair as the moon,

Bright as the sun,
Awful as the hosts of heaven?

IO

PART III. CHAP. VI. II-VII. 10.

Garden of Nuts in Winter, with approaching Spring; Portrait of the Bride by the Daughters of Jerusalem,

now becoming one with her.

THE BRIDE.

II

To the Garden of nuts went I down,

To watch the buddings by the brook,
To see if sprouting were the vine,

If in blossom the pomegranates ;
Or ever I wist, my soul had made me
As the chariots of the People round the Prince.

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DAUGHTERS OF JERUSALEM.
Turn again, turn again,
O Bride of Solomon ;
Turn again, turn again,
Until we look on Thee.

THE BRIDE.

What will ye look upon
In the Bride of Solomon ?
Like as the contending
Of the Mahanaim.

VII.

DAUGHTERS OF JERUSALEM.

One in name of many uniting with the Bride.)
How beautiful are thy feet with shoes,

O Daughter of the Prince !
The girdle of thy sides like neck-chains,

The work of a master's hands; 2 Thy girdle-clasp a goblet round,

That wants not the mingled wine;
Thy boddice like a heap of wheat,

Circled about with lilies; 3 Thy two breasts like two twinlings of the roe; 4 Thy neck like a tower of ivory.

Thine eyes are the water-pools in Heshbon,

By the gate of the Daughter of Myriads ;
Thy face like the Tower of the Lebanon,

Looking out toward Damascus ;
5 Thy head-wreath on thee like to Carmel,

And the locks of thy head like purple.

The King enchained in the galleries !

6 How fair thou art, and how pleasant,

Love, adorned with delights ! 7 This form of thine is like the palm,

And thy breasts the clusters ;

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