 | [Poems by Cary in] The Poetical Works Of Alice and Phoebe Cary |  |
THE BRIDAL HOUR.
“The moon's gray tent is up: another hour,
And yet another one will bring the time
To which, through many cares and checks, so slowly,
The golden day did climb.
And yet another one will bring the time
To which, through many cares and checks, so slowly,
The golden day did climb.
“Take all the books away, and let no noises
Be in the house while softly I undress
My soul from broideries of disguise, and wait for
My own true love's caress.
Be in the house while softly I undress
My soul from broideries of disguise, and wait for
My own true love's caress.
“The sweetest sound will tire to-night; the dewdrops
Setting the green ears in the corn and wheat,
Would make a discord in the heart attuned to
The bridegroom's coming feet.
Setting the green ears in the corn and wheat,
Would make a discord in the heart attuned to
The bridegroom's coming feet.
“Love! blessed Love! if we could hang our walls with
The splendors of a thousand rosy Mays,
Surely they would not shine so well as thou dost,
Lighting our dusty days.
The splendors of a thousand rosy Mays,
Surely they would not shine so well as thou dost,
Lighting our dusty days.
“Without thee, what a dim and woeful story
Our years would be, oh, excellence sublime!
Slip of the life eternal, brightly growing
In the low soil of time!”
Our years would be, oh, excellence sublime!
Slip of the life eternal, brightly growing
In the low soil of time!”
| [Poems by Cary in] The Poetical Works Of Alice and Phoebe Cary | |