Joseph Friedlander, comp. The Standard Book of Jewish Verse. 1917.
By E. Yancey CohenIn Shushan
The starry cloak of midnight falls,
And naught doth break the solemn spell
Save the soft note of Philomel,
Or some faint fountain’s silvery tongue
Lulling the gardens with its song.
The yellow moon doth rule the sky
And gild the dark-blue dome on high,
And o’er the marble stairways cold
A robe of tissue, woof’d with gold,
Doth seem to cling, a garment rare
Enmantling shoulders lustrous fair!
The King doth wassail hold to-night—
For him the hours have pinions light;