 | The bridal of Vaumond |  |
I.
O sweet is now the genial breezeThat breathes amid the giant trees;
Cool and balmy on his brow
Came the gales of heaven now;
They came with sweetest perfume rife,
Waking energy to life.
'Scap'd from dungeons subterrene,
'Twas as if the knight had been
Bathing in the floods of bliss
That fill the realms of happiness!
| The bridal of Vaumond | |