Bohemian legends and other poems/The Wedding
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THE WEDDING.
She stands near to the altar—
Her eyes are filled with tears.
The old priest weds the stripling
Unto the girl she fears.
Draw her kerchief low, I pray—
Hide her red eyes weeping;
Sobbing as if heart should break,
She looks on his wedding.
Wrap a garment round her head—
Head that ached so madly.
Ah, alas! they bear her forth,
From the wedding sadly.