THAT Song of Songs which is Solomon's Sinks and rises, and loves and longs, Thro' temperate zones and torrid zones, That Song of Songs. Fair its floating moon with her prongs: Love is laid for its paving stones: Right it sings without thought of wrongs. Doves it hath with music of moans, Queens in throngs and damsels in throngs, High tones and mysterious undertones, That Song of Songs. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DREAM OF EUGENE ARAM, THE MURDERER by THOMAS HOOD DORIS; A PASTORAL by ARTHUR JOSEPH MUNBY THE NIGHTINGALE by PHILIP SIDNEY THE VISION OF SIN by ALFRED TENNYSON BALLAD OF THE WOMEN OF PARIS by FRANCOIS VILLON |