Elizabeth Singer Rowe

(1674-1737 / England)

A Paraphrase On The Canticles. Chapter Vi. - Poem by Elizabeth Singer Rowe

But where, ah where can this bright wonder be?
For, till we see Him, we are all on Fire;
We'll find Him out, or in the search Expire.

If my Prophetick Hopes can rightly guess,
The Lovely Wanderer in his Garden is
Among the Lillies, and the Spices; He
Is now perhaps kindly expecting Me;
Oh 'tis a Heaven of Joy to think him Mine.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 14, 2010

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