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Sheba?
Nay, that was the ass! Solomon?
Nay, that was the mare! Yet--how came a mare to be named Solomon?
In his disturbed mental state it irritated him unreasonably that a mare should be called after a king with seven hundred wives! Then he remembered "black, but comely," and arrived at the right name, Shulamite.

Of course! Not Solomon but Shulamite.

He had read that love-poem of the unnamed Eastern shepherd, with the Rabbi in the mountain fastness.