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VERY red are the roses of Sharon, But redder thy mouth, There is nard, there is myrrh, in En Gedi, From the uplands of Lebanon, heavy With balsam, the winds Drift freighted and scented and cedarn--But thy mouth is more precious than spices!

Thy breasts are twin lilies of Kedron;

White lilies, that sleep In the shallows where loitering Kedron Broadens out and is lost in the Jordan;

Globed lilies, so white That David, thy King, thy beloved Declareth them meet for his gardens.

Under the stars very strangely The still waters gleam;

Deep down in the waters of Hebron The soul of the starlight is sunken, But deep in thine eyes Stirs a more wonderful secret Than pools ever learn of the starlight.