186 THE LOVER IN THE GARDEN 



incense ; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices ; 

 a fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and 

 streams from Lebanon. Awake, O north wind ; and 

 come, thou south ; blow upon my garden, that the 

 spices thereof may flow out. Let my beloved come 

 into his garden, and eat his pleasant fruits. 



THE SONG OP SOLOMON. 



STANZA FROM OMAR KHAYYAM 



THE Breath of the early Spring in the Face of the 

 Rose is sweet ; 



The Face of my Love in the Shade of the Garden- 

 close is sweet ; 



Naught you can say of the Day that has faded 

 away is sweet ; 



Be happy ! Think not of the Past, for To-day as it 

 glows is sweet. 



Prom the Persian, 

 (Translated by NATHAN HASKELL DOLE.) 



CHERRY-RIPE 



THERE is a garden in her face 



Where roses and white lilies blow ; 



A heavenly paradise is that place, 

 Wherein all pleasant fruits do flow ; 



There cherries grow that none may buy 



Till Cherry-Ripe themselves do cry. 



