A Zadu reservoir stands near, which rounds The fount wherein the fragrant nectar bounds.

On one side of the house lay an orderly garden of vegetables and berry-bearing shrubs; the yard itself was in reality an orchard of fruit trees, some warmed by the very walls; under the shed there were beegums alive with the nectar builders; along the garden walks were frames for freighted grape-vines.

Blood must be my body's balmer, No other balm will there be given Whilst my soul, like quiet palmer, Travelleth towards the land of Heaven; Over the silver mountains, Where spring the nectar fountains There will I kiss The bowl of Bliss, And drink mine everlasting fill Upon every milken hill: My soul will be a-dry before, But after, it will thirst no more.

A juice as delicious as nectar runs drop by drop from the insides.

The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup I would not change for thine.

And Ishtar thus replies: "The fount I seek, Where I with Tammuz, my first love, may speak; And drink its waters, as sweet nectar-wines, Weep o'er my husband, who in death reclines; My loss as wife with handmaids I deplore, O'er my dear Tammuz let my teardrops pour.