Eden
“You
are a private paradise, my bride,
a
spring enclosed, a fountain sealed to all,
an
orchard rich with many fruits supplied
that
spread their fragrant scents which me enthrall.
Your
plants are pomegranates and cinnamon,
with
saffron, calamus, and incense trees.
Your
fountain flows downstream from Lebanon
and
waters all the garden’s flush increase.”
Awake,
north wind, and on my garden waft.
Oh
come, south wind, exhale your gentle mist.
May
every fragrant smell then from it draft.
I
wait with patience for your loving kiss.
Oh
let my lover come to paradise
to
taste its choicest fruits and all its spice.
(Ch. 4:12-16)
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| Girl with Pomegranates, Eugene de Blaas, 1912 |
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