The Rain Is Over ~

"... My beloved spoke, and said unto me: 'Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. For, lo, the winter is past, The rain is over and gone; The flowers appear on the earth;The time of singing is come,
And the voice of the turtle is heard in our land; The fig-tree putteth forth her green figs, And the vines in blossom give forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away. O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the covert of the cliff, Let me see... thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; For sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.’ Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vineyards; For our vineyards are in blossom.’ 'My beloved is mine, and I am his,
That feedeth among the lilies. Until the day breathe, and the shadows flee away, Turn, my beloved, and be thou like a gazelle or a young hart
Upon the mountains of spices.'"