The Works of The Ettrick Shepherd Centenary Edition. With a Memoir of the Author, by the Rev. Thomas Thomson ... Poems and Life. With Many Illustrative Engravings [by James Hogg] |
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The Rose of Sharon.
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The Rose of Sharon.
Oh! saw ye the Rose of the East
In the valley of Sharon that grows?
Ye daughters of Judah, how blest
To breathe in the sweets of my Rose!
Come, tell me if yet she's at rest
In her couch, with the lilies inwove?
Or if wantons the breeze with her breast?
For my heart it is sick for my love.
In the valley of Sharon that grows?
Ye daughters of Judah, how blest
To breathe in the sweets of my Rose!
Come, tell me if yet she's at rest
In her couch, with the lilies inwove?
Or if wantons the breeze with her breast?
For my heart it is sick for my love.
I charge you, ye virgins unveiled,
That stray 'mong the pomegranate trees,
By the roes and the hinds of the field,
That ye wake not my love till she please!
“The garden with flowers is in blow,
And roses unnumbered are there;
Then tell how thy love we shall know,
For the daughters of Zion are fair.”
That stray 'mong the pomegranate trees,
By the roes and the hinds of the field,
That ye wake not my love till she please!
“The garden with flowers is in blow,
And roses unnumbered are there;
Then tell how thy love we shall know,
For the daughters of Zion are fair.”
A bed of frankincense her cheek,
And wreath of sweet myrrh is her hand;
Her eye the bright gem that they seek
By the rivers and streams of the land:
Her smile from the morning she wins;
Her teeth are the lambs on the hill;
Her breasts two young roes that are twins,
And feed in the valleys at will.
And wreath of sweet myrrh is her hand;
Her eye the bright gem that they seek
By the rivers and streams of the land:
Her smile from the morning she wins;
Her teeth are the lambs on the hill;
Her breasts two young roes that are twins,
And feed in the valleys at will.
As the cedar that smiles o'er the wood;
As the lily 'mid shrubs of the heath;
As the tower of Damascus that stood
Overlooking the hamlets beneath:
As the moon that in glory you see
'Mid the stars and the planets above;
Even so among women is she,
And my bosom is ravished with love!
As the lily 'mid shrubs of the heath;
As the tower of Damascus that stood
Overlooking the hamlets beneath:
As the moon that in glory you see
'Mid the stars and the planets above;
Even so among women is she,
And my bosom is ravished with love!
Return with the evening star,
And our couch on Amana shall be;
From Shinar and Hermon afar
Thou the mountains of leopards shalt see.
O Shulamite! turn to thy rest,
Where the olive o'ershadows the land;
As the roe of the desert make haste,
For the singing of birds is at hand!
And our couch on Amana shall be;
From Shinar and Hermon afar
Thou the mountains of leopards shalt see.
O Shulamite! turn to thy rest,
Where the olive o'ershadows the land;
As the roe of the desert make haste,
For the singing of birds is at hand!
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