A Handsome Stag
O
daughters of Jerusalem, hear well:
Be
careful when you rouse love and its fires.
I
charge you by the doe and the gazelle:
Stir
not up love until it so desires.
Look!
There he is. My lover comes for me—
a
young gazelle cavorting o’er the hill.
He’s
swift of foot and runs assuredly,
a
handsome stag that goes where’er he will.
But
now I see him waiting by the wall.
With
longing eyes he gazes at the door.
I
hear his lovely voice, I hear him call
me
with a song that I cannot ignore.
He
stands with eager yearning at the gate.
I’ll
ever in his love luxuriate.
(Ch. 2:7-9)
Head of a Stag, Diego Velazquez, 1634 |
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