The Bride-Bed.

The Bride-Bed.

SHE died and by her bed I sat all night.I had no tears; it was o’er soon to weepIn those first hours; my heart was cleft too deepFor pain to harbor there. A waning lightFrom the old moon englorified her brightAnd unadornèd hair, a heavy braidAcross her breast. I watched her, unafraidTo warm that leaden hand so waxen-white.This was her Bride-bed—Death her lover wasAs she had promised I sometime should be.She lay entwinèd in his arms, and IKept watch, and a great cold came over us...At last the untroubled stars that gazed on meWaxed pale and faded in the morning sky.

SHE died and by her bed I sat all night.I had no tears; it was o’er soon to weepIn those first hours; my heart was cleft too deepFor pain to harbor there. A waning lightFrom the old moon englorified her brightAnd unadornèd hair, a heavy braidAcross her breast. I watched her, unafraidTo warm that leaden hand so waxen-white.This was her Bride-bed—Death her lover wasAs she had promised I sometime should be.She lay entwinèd in his arms, and IKept watch, and a great cold came over us...At last the untroubled stars that gazed on meWaxed pale and faded in the morning sky.

SHE died and by her bed I sat all night.I had no tears; it was o’er soon to weepIn those first hours; my heart was cleft too deepFor pain to harbor there. A waning lightFrom the old moon englorified her brightAnd unadornèd hair, a heavy braidAcross her breast. I watched her, unafraidTo warm that leaden hand so waxen-white.

SHE died and by her bed I sat all night.

SHE died and by her bed I sat all night.

I had no tears; it was o’er soon to weep

In those first hours; my heart was cleft too deep

For pain to harbor there. A waning light

From the old moon englorified her bright

And unadornèd hair, a heavy braid

Across her breast. I watched her, unafraid

To warm that leaden hand so waxen-white.

This was her Bride-bed—Death her lover wasAs she had promised I sometime should be.She lay entwinèd in his arms, and IKept watch, and a great cold came over us...

This was her Bride-bed—Death her lover was

As she had promised I sometime should be.

She lay entwinèd in his arms, and I

Kept watch, and a great cold came over us...

At last the untroubled stars that gazed on meWaxed pale and faded in the morning sky.

At last the untroubled stars that gazed on me

Waxed pale and faded in the morning sky.


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