The Shulamite Maiden
A dipping wand for liquid myrhh
from rusted locks will quickly turn
and fragrant franckincense dissolves
my solitude into applause.
A shepherd's reverie declines
and draws his heart up next to mine.
For humble is my soul a'laden
and sweet I be, this swarthy maiden.
Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2005
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