Margaret.
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God's silence from the blue above,
Descending like His holy Dove.
Descending like His holy Dove.
I knew her lightest step, before
The bride's train reached the chapel door;
Upon their, flowing garments wearing
Sunshine that flecked the chapel floor.
And she passed on with queenly bearing,
Yet, kneeling by the altar rail,
Closer drew her bridal veil;
Yet, crowding to the altar's foot,
Part rose, like one irresolute,
And from her lips the marriage vow
Slid like a snow wreath, cold and slow.
This scarcely spoken,
De l'Orme pressed smiling near, but she
Motioned him back, and full on me
Turned for a moment's flying space
The unveiled meaning of her face,
Where love had broken
Away from pride, with swift auroral bloom
Flushing my night of life ere lost in coldest gloom.
The bride's train reached the chapel door;
Upon their, flowing garments wearing
Sunshine that flecked the chapel floor.
And she passed on with queenly bearing,
Yet, kneeling by the altar rail,
Closer drew her bridal veil;
Yet, crowding to the altar's foot,
Part rose, like one irresolute,
And from her lips the marriage vow
Slid like a snow wreath, cold and slow.
This scarcely spoken,
De l'Orme pressed smiling near, but she
Motioned him back, and full on me
Turned for a moment's flying space
The unveiled meaning of her face,
Where love had broken
Away from pride, with swift auroral bloom
Flushing my night of life ere lost in coldest gloom.
