In spite of these limitations, it is real poetry.

In the Psalms there is deep sympathy for the wilder and more awful phenomena of nature.

In the poetry of the Spanish Jews, nature is loved in her gentler moods.

One of these poets, Nahum, wrote prettily of his garden; another, Ibn Gebirol, sang of autumn; Jehuda Halevi, of spring.

Again, in their love songs there is freshness.