Excerpt: ...lovely smile of confusion, she says: "My mother's children made me the 116 keeper of the vineyard. But mine own vineyard have I not kept." But Solomon takes her little swarthy hand and presses it fervently to his lips. "Thou dost not regret this, Sulamith?" "O nay, my king, my beloved. I regret it not. Wert thou to arise this minute and go from me, and were I condemned never to see thee after, I would to the end of my life utter thy name with gratitude, Solomon!" "Tell me one thing else, Sulamith. Only, I beseech thee, speak the truth, my undefiled. Didst thou know who I am?" "Nay,
