Marriage Bells
Music and silver chimes and sunlit air,Freighted with the scent of honeyed orange-flower;Glad, friendly festal faces everywhere.She, rapt from all in this unearthly hour,With cloudlike, cast-back veil and faint-flushed cheek,In bridal beauty moves as in a tranceAlone with him, and fears to breathe, to speak,Lest the rare, subtle spell dissolve perchance.But he upon that floral head looks down,Noting the misty eyes, the grave sweet brow--Doubts if her bliss be perfect as his own,And dedicates anew with inward vowHis soul unto her service, to repayRichly the sacrifice she yields this day.
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