Heath of mine heart
The rolling thunders
From you I shan’t depart.
Gift from God
The Love of my life;
I have forgotten you
Oh heath of the dell where the rolling hills and valleys
Alighted upon my soul.
Sassafras’s aroma filled the shoals
Of affection’s love and righteous heat
Where our two hearts in lover’s embrace
Did alight and sweet melody meet.
I have seen the beauty of Tyrus
Even wonton in a dream…
Nude there for me to see
I saw that lovely maiden in a dream.
Yet, hardened of you
Wife of my youth
I did forget your beating breast
Which did get beat at every stroke
Of my heart filled desire
For the Queen of Sheba
Where are you now
O’ lovely maiden
Who came to me in a vision’s dream?
Are you gone? Shall we meet?
Shall the limpid destiny
Separate us, two turtle doves?
Nay, I cannot give you my greatest love poems
For the pomegranates of your wine
The spiced cedar of your breath
Under the heat of the day’s surmise…
Where are you,
Oh milk and honey?
The land of Erin’s Dells
Oh beating love…
In the lattice I peer into you
Yet am gone,
For the night watchmen have shushed me away.
The king has asked for a concession from you
Oh gift from God
The Jorgia of my heart…
Sweet you are, taking many names
Yet the southern queen’s face
I love more.
Yet, it is you who had my heart at first
And it is you, oh loveliest among maidens
Who might have my heart for all days.
Oh Shulamite, have you said:
“Who are you?
“Beloved, where have you gone?
“I am undressed
“And myrrh drips from me
“In drops, I am anointed for love.
“Beloved,” Heath in the dells,
“I am sick of love.
“Come to me,
“For when I turn the door
“You are gone.
“In my languishing,
“I have sought like a sheep lost from the fold.
“I wander the street,
“Oh beloved, I wander the street
“And I am beaten, and stripped.
“I look for you.”
Oh, Solomon, a thousand talents are yours.
Take them, and leave me to my land
To till, to vine, to dress and drink.
Where are you, my beloved?
I wait for thee.