A Bridal Song

The golden gates of Sleep unbar Where Strength and Beauty, met together, Kindle their image like a star In a sea of glassy weather! Night, with all thy stars look down,-- Darkness, weep thy holiest dew,-- Never smiled the inconstant moon On a pair so true. Let eyes not see their own delight;-- Haste, swift Hour, and thy flight Oft renew.

Fairies, sprites, and angels, keep her! Holy stars, permit no wrong! And return to wake the sleeper, Dawn,--ere it be long! O joy! O fear! what will be done In the absence of the sun! Come along!