Classic Poem

PART II.

All beauties reign, my love, in thee:
From every biemish thou art free.
From Leb'non come with me, my bride;
From Leb'non come with me, thy guide,
From high Amana take thy view,
From Shenir's top, and Hermon's too;
From dens where lions do reside,
From hills where savage leopards hide.
My sister and my lovely bride,
(To me by many ties ally'd)
My heart is ravish'd with thy charms;
My heart is conquer'd by thy arms.
One glance of love shot from thy eye
Has won the easy victory:
One chain, wherewith thy neck's array'd,
Has me a willing captive made.
My sister and my lovely bride,
(To me by many ties ally'd)
How pleasant is this love of thine!
How much more sweet than generous wine!
How much thy precious oils in smell
The best of spices all excel!
Thy lips, my spouse, that move with skill,
Drops like the hony-comb distil.
Hony and milk's beneath thy tongue,
Which feeds the weak as well as strong.
Thy garments with rich scents abound,
Such as in Lebanon are found.