BLANCHE BISHOP
IN a veil of white vapor, hushed stars moving through,She comes, when the tremulous morning is new,The bride o' the sun;Green, green is her robe, tipt with crystalline beads,Where it drips with the dews shaken off as she speeds,The bride o' the sun.There's a slim virgin moon swaying low at her side,But the frost at her heart is not meet for a bride,The bride o' the sun.There are stars in her train, but they pale to the least,When open the light-shedding doors of the EastTo the bride o' the sun.Lo he cometh, the bridegroom, in garments of gold,And his glances are flashing, bright, beauteous, bold,On the bride o' the sun;—Till her heart it leaps up, like flame unto flame,Unfolding to flower o'er all her fair frame,Sweet bride o' the sun.O glorious bridal of fire and earth!O ancient of miracles! new as at birthOf the bride o' the sun.All creation doth wear a more rapturous face,For the joy of the earth as she circles thro' space,Ever bride o' the sun.
IN a veil of white vapor, hushed stars moving through,She comes, when the tremulous morning is new,The bride o' the sun;Green, green is her robe, tipt with crystalline beads,Where it drips with the dews shaken off as she speeds,The bride o' the sun.There's a slim virgin moon swaying low at her side,But the frost at her heart is not meet for a bride,The bride o' the sun.There are stars in her train, but they pale to the least,When open the light-shedding doors of the EastTo the bride o' the sun.Lo he cometh, the bridegroom, in garments of gold,And his glances are flashing, bright, beauteous, bold,On the bride o' the sun;—Till her heart it leaps up, like flame unto flame,Unfolding to flower o'er all her fair frame,Sweet bride o' the sun.O glorious bridal of fire and earth!O ancient of miracles! new as at birthOf the bride o' the sun.All creation doth wear a more rapturous face,For the joy of the earth as she circles thro' space,Ever bride o' the sun.
IN a veil of white vapor, hushed stars moving through,She comes, when the tremulous morning is new,The bride o' the sun;Green, green is her robe, tipt with crystalline beads,Where it drips with the dews shaken off as she speeds,The bride o' the sun.
IN a veil of white vapor, hushed stars moving through,
She comes, when the tremulous morning is new,
The bride o' the sun;
Green, green is her robe, tipt with crystalline beads,
Where it drips with the dews shaken off as she speeds,
The bride o' the sun.
There's a slim virgin moon swaying low at her side,But the frost at her heart is not meet for a bride,The bride o' the sun.There are stars in her train, but they pale to the least,When open the light-shedding doors of the EastTo the bride o' the sun.
There's a slim virgin moon swaying low at her side,
But the frost at her heart is not meet for a bride,
The bride o' the sun.
There are stars in her train, but they pale to the least,
When open the light-shedding doors of the East
To the bride o' the sun.
Lo he cometh, the bridegroom, in garments of gold,And his glances are flashing, bright, beauteous, bold,On the bride o' the sun;—Till her heart it leaps up, like flame unto flame,Unfolding to flower o'er all her fair frame,Sweet bride o' the sun.
Lo he cometh, the bridegroom, in garments of gold,
And his glances are flashing, bright, beauteous, bold,
On the bride o' the sun;—
Till her heart it leaps up, like flame unto flame,
Unfolding to flower o'er all her fair frame,
Sweet bride o' the sun.
O glorious bridal of fire and earth!O ancient of miracles! new as at birthOf the bride o' the sun.All creation doth wear a more rapturous face,For the joy of the earth as she circles thro' space,Ever bride o' the sun.
O glorious bridal of fire and earth!
O ancient of miracles! new as at birth
Of the bride o' the sun.
All creation doth wear a more rapturous face,
For the joy of the earth as she circles thro' space,
Ever bride o' the sun.