Awake / Sleep Serenade

Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south;

blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out.

I have gathered my myrrh with my spice;

I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey;

I have drunk my wine with my milk:

eat, O friends; drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved.

I sleep, but my heart waketh: