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BRIDAL FLOWERS.
Bind the white orange-flowers in her hair
Soft be their shadow, soft and somewhat pale—
For they are omens. Many anxious years
Are on the wreath that bends the bridal veil.
Soft be their shadow, soft and somewhat pale—
For they are omens. Many anxious years
Are on the wreath that bends the bridal veil.
The maiden leaves her childhood and her home,
All that the past has known of happy hours—
Perhaps her happiest ones. Well my there be
A faint wan colour on those orange-flowers:
All that the past has known of happy hours—
Perhaps her happiest ones. Well my there be
A faint wan colour on those orange-flowers:
For they are pale as hope, and hope is pale
With earnest watching over future years;
With all the promise of their loveliness,
The bride and morning bathe their wreath with tears.
With earnest watching over future years;
With all the promise of their loveliness,
The bride and morning bathe their wreath with tears.
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