A. I. Kuprin,
Sulamith: A Romance of Antiquity
“ Thus, with difficulty, gazing upon her beloved and smiling gently, did the beautiful Sulamith speak: “I thank thee, my king, for all things: for thy love, for thy beauty, for thy wisdom, to which thou didst allow me to set my lips, as to a sweet well of living waters. Let me to kiss thy hands; take them not away from my mouth till such time when the last breath shall have fled from me. Never has there been, nor ever shall there be, a woman happier than I. I thank thee, my king, my beloved, my fair. Think ever and anon upon thy slave, upon thy Sulamith, scorched of the sun.” ”
