A later Lover came and found his bride.
(He, too, rolled a stone aside.)
She was his shepherdess, she was his sheep;
She caused him to kiss her, she caused him to weep.
He is her Father and Lover as well;
He gives her the water, he serves at the well.
Death is a stone, and life is the water;
Deep is the well, and dear is the daughter.
While beautiful Rachel is walking and thinking
Of her wedding to come, we sheep are still drinking.
We sheep who were thirsty are drinking.