Fair is my dove, my loved one, br None can with her compare: br Yea, comely as Jerusalem, br Like unto Tirzah fair. br br Shall she in tents unstable br A wanderer abide, br While in my heart awaits her br A dwelling deep and wide? br br The magic of her beauty br Has stolen my heart away: br Not Egypt's wise enchanters br Held half such wondrous sway. br br Even as the changing opal br In varying luster glows, br Her face at every moment br New charms and sweetness shows. br br White lilies and red roses br There blossom on one stem: br Her lips of crimson berries br Tempt mine to gather them. br br By dusky tresses shaded br Her brow gleams fair and pale, br Like to the sun at twilight, br Behind a cloudy veil. br br Her beauty shames the day-star, br And makes the darkness light: br Day in her radiant presence br Grows seven times more bright.