A Bridal Song
The golden gates of Sleep unbarWhere Strength and Beauty, met together,Kindle their image like a starIn a sea of glassy weather!Night, with all thy stars look down,--Darkness, weep thy holiest dew,--Never smiled the inconstant moonOn a pair so true.Let eyes not see their own delight;--Haste, swift Hour, and thy flightOft renew.
Fairies, sprites, and angels, keep her!Holy stars, permit no wrong!And return to wake the sleeper,Dawn,--ere it be long!O joy! O fear! what will be doneIn the absence of the sun!Come along!
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