He said, "Depart; Say to thy mistress, 'It is well.'" With that She turned herself, and she made haste to flee, Lest any, for those evil words she brought, Would smite her.

But the bondmaid of the house Lift up her hand and said, "If I offend, It was not of my heart: thy damsel knew Naught of this matter." And he held to her His hand and touched her, and said, "Amarant!" And when she looked upon him, she did take And spread before her face her radiant locks, Trembling.

And Japhet said, "Lift up thy face, O fairest of the daughters, thy fair face; For, lo! the bridegroom standeth with the robe Of thy betrothal! "-- and he took her locks In his two hands to part them from her brow, And laid them on her shoulders; and he said, "Sweet are the blushes of thy face," and put The robe upon her, having said, "Behold, I have repented me; and oft by night, In the waste wilderness, while all things slept, I thought upon thy words, for they were sweet.
"For this I make thee free.

And now thyself Art loveliest in mine eyes; I look, and lo! Thou art of beauty more than any thought I had concerning thee.

Let, then, this robe, Wrought on with imagery of fruitful bough, And graceful leaf, and birds with tender eyes, Cover the ripples of thy tawny hair." So when she held her peace, he brought her nigh To hear the speech of wedlock; ay, he took The golden cup of wine to drink with her, And laid the sheaf upon her arms.