Classic Poem

PART IV.

King Solomon a field possest,
Baal-hamon field with plenty blest:
With vines of noblest kind 'twas set
This vineyard he to keepers let;
These for the fruit agreed to bring
A thousand shekels to the king.
That fertile vineyard I possess,
I always keep, and fence, and dress:
A thousand silver shekels are,
O Solomon, thy rightful share;
And those two hundred which remain,
To them that keep the fruit pertain.

The Bridegroom .

O thou who dwelst in gardens fair,
And art the fairest flower there!
Thy voice our glad companions hear,
Which melts the heart, and charms the ear.
Give me the same delight, my dear;
Thy sweetest voice O let me hear.

The B RIDE .

Haste, my beloved, haste away,
Nor let me vainly beg and pray:
Flee like a roe or nimble fawn,
That runs and skips along the lawn;
Such as the spicy mountains breed,
Such as the spicy mountains feed.