Pounding Heart
My
lover thrust his hand inside the gate.
My
heart began to pound inside my breast.
I
rose from bed before it was too late.
When
I unlatched the door I was distressed
to
see that he had left and gone away.
I
searched and called for him, to no avail.
The
watchmen found me and, to my dismay,
with
blows and bruises they did me assail.
Those
watchmen of the walls were cruel to me.
O
daughters of Jerusalem, please tell
my
lover that, with love, I faint away
for
him. For he in favour does excel.
“Please
tell us now, O most delightful one,
how
your belov’d is better than all men.”
(Ch. 5:4-9)
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| Helen on the Walls of Troy, Frederic Lord Leighton, 1865 |
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