A SONG OF SOLOMON.
Reading edition
Love, I have wandered a weary way, A weary way for thee, The East is wan with the smile of the day, Open thy door to me. My hair is wet with the dew of the night, That falls from the cedar tree, The shadows are dark, but the East is light, Open thy door to me. The stones of the road have bruised my feet, The hours till morn are three, Thou that hast spikenard, precious, sweet, Open thy door to me. Stay not thy hand upon the lock, Nor thy fingers on the key, In the breeze before morn the tree tops rock, Open thy door to me. My love is the fairest, the only one, The choice of her house is she, The height of the heav’n hath seen the sun, Open thy door to me. The holy kiss of my lips and thine Shall the sun have the grace to shine, The hours foregone of the night are mine, Open thy door to me. H. C. Bunner.
[This dainty poem first published in Scribner’s has been set to music by that brilliant woman, Mary Knight Wood. The Oliver Ditson Company are the publishers.]
