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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=507998" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Elegy on a Lady, whom Grief for the Death of her Betrothed Killed</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Assemble, all ye maidens, at the door,<br>And all ye loves, assemble; far and wide<br>Proclaim the bridal, that proclaimed before<br>Has been deferred to this late eventide:<br>For on this night the bride,<br>The days of her betrothal over,<br>Leaves the parental hearth for evermore;<br>To-night the bride goes forth to meet her lover.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Reach down the wedding vesture, that has lain<br>Yet all unvisited, the silken gown:<br>Bring out the bracelets, and the golden chain<br>Her dearer friends provided: sere and brown<br>Bring out the festal crown,<br>And set it on her forehead lightly:<br>Though it be withered, twine no wreath again;<br>This only is the crown she can wear rightly.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cloak her in ermine, for the night is cold,<br>And wrap her warmly, for the night is long;<br>In pious hands the flaming torches hold,<br>While her attendants, chosen from among</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her faithful virgin throng,<br>May lay her in her cedar litter,<br>Decking her coverlet with sprigs of gold,<br>Roses, and lilies white that best befit her.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sound flute and tabor, that the bridal be<br>Not without music, nor with these alone;<br>But let the viol lead the melody,<br>With lesser intervals, and plaintive moan<br>Of sinking semitone;<br>And, all in choir, the virgin voices<br>Rest not from singing in skilled harmony<br>The song that aye the bridegroom's ear rejoices.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let the priests go before, arrayed in white,<br>And let the dark-stoled minstrels follow slow,<br>Next they that bear her, honoured on this night,<br>And then the maidens, in a double row,<br>Each singing soft and low,<br>And each on high a torch upstaying:<br>Unto her lover lead her forth with light,<br>With music, and with singing, and with praying.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Twas at this sheltering hour he nightly came,<br>And found her trusty window open wide,<br>And knew the signal of the timorous flame,<br>That long the restless curtain would not hide<br>Her form that stood beside;<br>As scarce she dared to be delighted,<br>Listening to that sweet tale, that is no shame<br>To faithful lovers, that their hearts have plighted.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But now for many days the dewy grass<br>Has shown no markings of his feet at morn:<br>And watching she has seen no shadow pass<br>The moonlit walk, and heard no music borne<br>Upon her ear forlorn.<br>In vain she has looked out to greet him;<br>He has not come, he will not come, alas!<br>So let us bear her out where she must meet him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now to the river bank the priests are come:<br>The bark is ready to receive its freight:<br>Let some prepare her place therein, and some<br>Embark the litter with its slender weight:<br>The rest stand by in state,<br>And sing her a safe passage over;<br>While she is oared across to her new home,<br>Into the arms of her expectant lover.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And thou, O lover, that art on the watch,<br>Where, on the banks of the forgetful streams,<br>The pale indifferent ghosts wander, and snatch<br>The sweeter moments of their broken dreams,--<br>Thou, when the torchlight gleams,<br>When thou shalt see the slow procession,<br>And when thine ears the fitful music catch,<br>Rejoice, for thou art near to thy possession.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Seymour+Bridges">Robert Seymour Bridges</a><div class=q>
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And all ye loves, assemble; far and wide
Proclaim the bridal, that proclaimed before
Has been deferred to this late eventide:
For on this night the bride,
The days of her betrothal over,
Leaves the parental h..."></div>
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