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XXVIII. BRIDEGROOM
Morning is beaming o'er brake and bower;
Hark to the chimes from yonder tower!
Call ye my First from her chamber now,
With her snowy veil, and her jewelled brow.
Hark to the chimes from yonder tower!
Call ye my First from her chamber now,
With her snowy veil, and her jewelled brow.
Lo, where my Second in gallant array
Leads from his stable her beautiful bay,
Looking for her, as he curvets by,
With an arching neck, and a glancing eye.
Leads from his stable her beautiful bay,
Looking for her, as he curvets by,
With an arching neck, and a glancing eye.
Spread is the banquet, and studied the song;
Ranged in meet order the menial throng;
Jerome is ready with book and stole;
And the maidens fling flowers:—but where is my Whole?
Ranged in meet order the menial throng;
Jerome is ready with book and stole;
And the maidens fling flowers:—but where is my Whole?
Look to the hill; is he climbing its side?
Look to the stream; is he crossing its tide?
Out on him, false one; he comes not yet!
Lady, forget him! yea, scorn and forget!
Look to the stream; is he crossing its tide?
Out on him, false one; he comes not yet!
Lady, forget him! yea, scorn and forget!
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