Song of Solomon 5:2

2. The Beloved now disappears. A great German poet has said, that next to love’s joys are love’s anxieties. The play of poetry which must always keep time with nature demands the relief which the darker emotions of regret convey. The Enamoured tells of a dream, made of such “stuff” as the course of love develops, a bit of peevishness and remorse. In the mystery of sleep and dreams, the partition between the affairs of actual life and the wild, free movement of uncurbed fancy, is thin, and the scenes and doings of dreams are a broken and grotesquely-set reproduction of the elements gathered from waking experiences. I sleep, but, etc. Hebrew, I was asleep, but my heart was awake. This verse is, in Hebrew, very animated and abrupt. It is the voice, etc. Better, Hark! my Beloved! He is knocking! Omit saying. For my head, etc. The dews in Palestine are, for a part of the year, very heavy, like those of Greece, “all cold and wet.”