Walls are naked.
Though now but marble are the marble urns, Though fountains droop in waning light and pain Glitters on the edges of wet ferns, I should not dare to let you in again. An imagined garden grey with sundered boughs And broken branches, wistful and unmended, And mist that is more constant than all vows. Baruch ata Adonai. The Sabbath is the first of the holy festivals which recall the exodus from Egypt. Indeed, Thou hast chosen us and hallowed us above all nations, and hast graciously given us thy Holy Sabbath as a heritage.