A Bridal Song

SHE is more sparkling beautiful Than dawn-light seen thro’ tears The weeping worlds of Paradise Shed down upon the spheres. Her eyes are bright and passionate With love’s immortal flame— The flowers of a wildwood tree In petals write her name. Her breath of life ’s so wondrous sweet The bees halt, in amaze, Their streaming honey-laden fleet Above the meadow ways; And every little singing thing Atween the breasted hill And God’s high-vaulted cloistering Upraises with a will Paeans of laud, and cheery chaunts Of her, who now is mine— Queen-Angel of angelic haunts Thro’ months of mead and wine.