ROBERT BRIDGES
Awake, the land is scattered with light, and see, Uncanopicd bleep is flying from field and tree* And blossoming boughs of April in laughter shake;
Lo all things wake and tarry and look for thee. She looketh and saith, *O sun, now bring him to me. Come more adored, O adored, for his coming's sake, And awake my heart to be loved, awake, awake
��Elegy: On a Lady, whom Grief for the Death of her Betrothed killed
ASSEMBLE, all ye maidens, at the door, And all ye loves, assemble, far and wide Proclaim the bridal, that proclaimed before Has been defeir'd to this late eventide.
For on this night the bride, The days of her betrothal over, Leaves the parental hearth for evermore; To-night the bride goes forth to meet her lover.
Reach down the wedding vesture, that has lain Yet all unvisited, the bilken gown Bring out the bracelets, and the golden chain Her dearer friends provided sere and brown
Bring out the festal crown, And set it on her forehead lightly Though it be wither'd, twine no wreath again ; This only is the crown she can wear rightly.
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