The bridal of Vaumond A Metrical Romance |
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The bridal of Vaumond | ||
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Listen, gentles, while I tell
Of the bridal rites of Isabel.
Of the bridal rites of Isabel.
The drug that darker powers infuse
Into that fountain's purest hues,
That trembling in its crystal vase,
In bright, yet modest loveliness
Shone erst, a darker tinge reveals,
Nor yet the quickening life congeals.
And O! with all of life or love,
Thy maiden virtue still must move!
Can magic sever the spirit whole,
Or part the individual soul?
Into that fountain's purest hues,
That trembling in its crystal vase,
In bright, yet modest loveliness
Shone erst, a darker tinge reveals,
Nor yet the quickening life congeals.
And O! with all of life or love,
Thy maiden virtue still must move!
Can magic sever the spirit whole,
Or part the individual soul?
The bridal of Vaumond | ||