I slept, but my mind was alert.
Hark, my love knocks.
Open to me, my sister,
My darling, my dove, my perfect one!
For my head is drenched with dew,
My locks with the night mist.
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Book V: verse 2 I slept, but my mind was alert. Hark, my love knocks. Open to me, my sister, My darling, my dove, my perfect one! For my head is drenched with dew, My locks with the night mist. |
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