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Hardly had I passed beyond them
    when I found the one my soul loves.
I held him, and I would not let him go,
    until I brought him to my mother’s house,
    to the chamber of her who conceived me.

Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you,
    by the gazelles and does of the field:
Do not arouse or awaken love
    until it delights.

The King on his Wedding Day

Who is this—she who is coming up from the wilderness
    like columns of smoke,
perfumed with myrrh and frankincense,
    with every powder of the merchant?

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