PART III.

The Bridegroom .

To the nut-garden I went down,
To see what fruits the valley crown;
To see how well the vines were grown,
How the pomegranate-trees were blown.
Surpriz'd I know not how, I find
Fervent desires transport my mind;
And raptures wing my wondrous soul,
That nothing can my speed controul:
So volunteers in chariots fly,
Resolv'd to overcome or die.
Return, return, O Shulamite,
Thy presence will rejoice our sight:
Return, return, what shall we see,
O fairest Shulamite, in thee?
In thee bright pomp and terror shine,
As when two shouting armies join.