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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416702" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My Bride That Is To Be</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O soul of mine, look out and see<br>My bride, my bride that is to be!<br>Reach out with mad, impatient hands,<br>And draw aside futurity<br>As one might draw a veil aside--<br>And so unveil her where she stands<br>Madonna-like and glorified--<br>The queen of undiscovered lands<br>Of love, to where she beckons me--<br>My bride--my bride that is to be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The shadow of a willow-tree<br>That wavers on a garden-wall<br>In summertime may never fall<br>In attitude as gracefully<br>As my fair bride that is to be;--<br>Nor ever Autumn's leaves of brown<br>As lightly flutter to the lawn<br>As fall her fairy-feet upon<br>The path of love she loiters down.--<br>O'er drops of dew she walks, and yet<br>Not one may stain her sandal wet--<br>Aye, she might _dance_ upon the way<br>Nor crush a single drop to spray,<br>So airy-like she seems to me,--<br>My bride, my bride that is to be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know not if her eyes are light<br>As summer skies or dark as night,--<br>I only know that they are dim<br>With mystery: In vain I peer<br>To make their hidden meaning clear,<br>While o'er their surface, like a tear<br>That ripples to the silken brim,<br>A look of longing seems to swim<br>All worn and wearylike to me;<br>And then, as suddenly, my sight<br>Is blinded with a smile so bright,<br>Through folded lids I still may see<br>My bride, my bride that is to be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her face is like a night of June<br>Upon whose brow the crescent-moon<br>Hangs pendant in a diadem<br>Of stars, with envy lighting them.--<br>And, like a wild cascade, her hair<br>Floods neck and shoulder, arm and wrist,<br>Till only through a gleaming mist<br>I seem to see a siren there,<br>With lips of love and melody<br>And open arms and heaving breast<br>Wherein I fling myself to rest,<br>The while my heart cries hopelessly<br>For my fair bride that is to be....</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nay, foolish heart and blinded eyes!<br>My bride hath need of no disguise.--<br>But, rather, let her come to me<br>In such a form as bent above<br>My pillow when in infancy<br>I knew not anything but love.--<br>O let her come from out the lands<br>Of Womanhood--not fairy isles,--<br>And let her come with Woman's hands<br>And Woman's eyes of tears and smiles,--<br>With Woman's hopefulness and grace<br>Of patience lighting up her face:<br>And let her diadem be wrought<br>Of kindly deed and prayerful thought,<br>That ever over all distress<br>May beam the light of cheerfulness.--<br>And let her feet be brave to fare<br>The labyrinths of doubt and care,<br>That, following, my own may find<br>The path to Heaven God designed.--<br>O let her come like this to me--<br>My bride--my bride that is to be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Whitcomb+Riley">James Whitcomb Riley</a><div class=q>
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My bride, my bride that is to be!
Reach out with mad, impatient hands,
And draw aside futurity
As one might draw a veil aside--
And so unveil her where she stands
Madonna-like and glorified--
The queen of undiscove..."></div>
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