1837
Bridal Ballad
by Edgar Allan Poe
The ring is on my hand,
And the wreath is on my brow;
Satin and jewels grand
Are all at my command,
And many a rood of land
And I am happy now.
And my lord he loves me well;
But, when first he breathed his vow,
I felt my bosom swell—
And the voice seemed his who fell
For the words rang as a knell,
In the battle down the dell,
And who is happy now.
But he spoke to re-assure me,
And he kissed my pallid brow,
While a reverie came o'er me,
And to the church-yard bore me,
And I sighed to him before me,
"Oh, I am happy now!"
And thus the words were spoken,
And this the plighted vow,
And, though my faith be broken,
And, though my heart be broken,
Behold the golden token
That proves me happy now!
Would God I could awaken!
For I dream I know not how!
And my soul is sorely shaken
Lest an evil step be taken,—--
Lest the dead who is forsaken
May not be happy now.
-The End-
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