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Isabelle Castillo
February 6,1987
Now is winter gone
And rain departed and past.
The flowers appear
In our country
And the time is come
To cut the vines.
The voice of the turtledove
Is heard in our land.
The fig tree hath
Brought forth her figs.
And the vine blossoms
Give a savor.
Up, hast my love, my dove,
In the holes of the rock
And the secret places
Of the walls.
Show me thy face
And let me here thy voice,
For thy voice is sweet
And thy face
Beautiful.
(From "Song of Songs"
Translated from the Hebrew
In 1534, by William Tyndale,
Who is credited with
Introducing the word
"beautiful"
Into the English language).