Beloved

Behold, she has stopped my tongue.

Behold, she who comes in blazing beauty.

Behold, my beloved cometh out
And she passeth beneath the trees.

Yes, she comes, my beloved.
I call for her, and she comes.

Now the ancient lands can
Let loose their firm hold
And sink into the sea.

Now fountains and rivers can
Sing their songs of joy.

My beloved has now come to me.