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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=455604" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Edmund's Wedding</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">By the side of the brook, where the willow is waving<br>Why sits the wan Youth, in his wedding-suit gay!<br>Now sighing so deeply, now frantickly raving<br>Beneath the pale light of the moon's sickly ray.<br>Now he starts, all aghast, and with horror's wild gesture,<br>Cries, "AGNES is coming, I know her white vesture!<br>"See! see! how she beckons me on to the willow,<br>"Where, on the cold turf, she has made our rude pillow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Sweet girl ! yes I know thee; thy cheek's living roses<br>"Are chang'd and grown pale, with the touch of despair:<br>"And thy bosom no longer the lily discloses--<br>"For thorns, my poor AGNES, are now planted there!<br>"Thy blue, starry Eyes! are all dimm'd by dark sorrow;<br>"No more from thy lip, can the flow'r fragrance borrow;<br>"For cold does it seem, like the pale light of morning,<br>"And thou smil'st, as in sadness, thy fond lover, scorning!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"From the red scene of slaughter thy Edmund returning,<br>"Has dress'd himself gayly, with May-blooming flow'rs;<br>"His bosom, dear AGNES! still faithfully burning,<br>"While, madly impatient, his eyes beam in show'rs!<br>"O ! many a time have I thought of thy beauty--<br>"When cannons, loud roaring, taught Valour its duty;<br>"And many a time, have I sigh'd to behold thee--<br>"When the sulphur of War, in its cloudy mist roll'd me!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"At the still hour of morn, when the Camp was reposing,<br>"I wander'd alone on the wide dewy plain:<br>"And when the gold curtains of Ev'ning were closing,<br>"I watch'd the long shadows steal over the Main!<br>"Across the wild Ocean, half frantic they bore me,<br>"Unheeding my groans, from Thee, AGNES, they tore me;<br>"But, though my poor heart might have bled in the battle,<br>"Thy name should have echoed, amidst the loud rattle!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"When I gaz'd on the field of the dead and the dying--<br>"O AGNES! my fancy still wander'd to Thee!<br>"When around, my brave Comrades in anguish were lying,<br>"I long'd on the death-bed of Valour to be.<br>"For, sever'd from THEE, my SWEET GIRL, the loud thunder<br>"Which tore the soft fetters of fondness asunder--<br>"Had only one kindness, in mercy to shew me,<br>"To bid me die bravely , that thou, Love, may'st know me!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His arms now are folded, he bows as in sorrow,<br>His tears trickle fast, down his wedding-suit gay;<br>"My AGNES will bless me," he murmurs, "to-morrow,<br>"As fresh as the breezes that welcome the day !"<br>Poor Youth! know thy AGNES, so lovely and blooming,<br>Stern Death has embrac'd, all her beauties entombing!<br>And, pale as her shroud in the grave she reposes,<br>Her bosom of snow, all besprinkled with Roses!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her Cottage is now in the dark dell decaying,<br>And shatter'd the casements, and clos'd is the door,<br>And the nettle now waves, where the wild KID is playing,<br>And the neat little garden with weeds is grown o'er!<br>The Owl builds its nest in the thatch, and there, shrieking,<br>(A place all deserted and lonely bespeaking)<br>Salutes the night traveller, wandering near it,<br>And makes his faint heart, sicken sadly to hear it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then Youth, for thy habit, henceforth, thou should'st borrow<br>The Raven's dark colour, and mourn for thy dear:<br>Thy AGNES for thee, would have cherish'd her Sorrow,<br>And drest her pale cheek with a lingering tear:<br>For, soon as thy steps to the Battle departed,<br>She droop'd, and poor Maiden ! she died, broken hearted<br>And the turf that is bound with fresh garlands of roses,<br>Is now the cold bed, where her sorrow reposes!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The gay and the giddy may revel in pleasure,--<br>May think themselves happy, their short summer-day;<br>May gaze, with fond transport, on fortune's rich treasure,<br>And, carelessly sporting,--drive sorrow away:<br>But the bosom, where feeling and truth are united--<br>From folly's bright tinsel will turn, undelighted--<br>And find, at the grave where thy AGNES is sleeping,<br>That the proudest of hours, is the lone hour of weeping!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Youth now approach'd the long branch of the willow,<br>And stripping its leaves, on the turf threw them round.<br>"Here, here, my sweet AGNES! I make my last pillow,<br>"My bed of long slumber, shall be the cold ground!<br>"The Sun, when it rises above thy low dwelling,<br>"Shall gild the tall Spire, where my death-toll is knelling.<br>"And when the next twilight its soft tears is shedding, <br>"At thy Grave shall the Villagers--witness our WEDDING!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now over the Hills he beheld a group coming,<br>Their arms glitter'd bright, as the Sun slowly rose;<br>He heard them their purposes, far distant, humming,<br>And welcom'd the moment, that ended his woes!--<br>And now the fierce Comrade, unfeeling, espies him,<br>He darts thro' the thicket, in hopes to surprize him;<br>But EDMUND, of Valour the dauntless defender,<br>Now smiles , while his CORPORAL bids him--"SURRENDER!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Soon, prov'd a DESERTER, Stern Justice prevailing,<br>HE DIED! and his Spirit to AGNES is fled:--<br>The breeze, on the mountain's tall summit now sailing<br>Fans lightly the dew-drops, that spangle their bed!<br>The Villagers, thronging around, scatter roses,<br>The grey wing of Evening the western sky closes,--<br>And Night's sable pall, o'er the landscape extending,<br>Is the mourning of Nature! the SOLEMN SCENE ENDING.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mary+Darby+Robinson">Mary Darby Robinson</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=455604" data-title="Edmund's Wedding de Mary Darby Robinson" data-description="By the side of the brook, where the willow is waving Why sits the wan Youth, in his wedding-suit gay! 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