My Own Vineyard
“King
Solomon had vineyards plentiful
that
yielded luscious grapes and heady wine.
These
gardens were considered valuable
and
many tenant farmers rented vines.
A
thousand shekels was the price they paid,
but
you can keep your thousand, O my king.
I
have one vineyard that I’ll never trade,
my
lovely bride to whom I’ll always cling.
As
I walk through the garden with my friends
I
hear upon the air her gentle voice
which
like a cooling mist on me descends
creating
in me reason to rejoice.”
Oh
come, my lover, come my swift gazelle!
There
is no one on earth your parallel.
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Dolce Far Niente, John William Godward, 1904 finis |
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