A Bridal Song
I.
The
golden
gates
of
Sleep
unbar
Where
Strength
and
Beauty,
met
together,
Kindle
their
image
like
a
star
In
a
sea
of
glassy
weather!
Night,
with
all
thy
stars
look
down,--
Darkness,
weep
thy
holiest
dew,--
Never
smiled
the
inconstant
moon
On
a
pair
so
true.
Let
eyes
not
see
their
own
delight;--
Haste,
swift
Hour,
and
thy
flight
Oft
renew.
II.
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
done
In
the
absence
of
the
sun!
Come
along!
