'At Church, in twelve hours more, we meet! 'This, Dearest, is our last farewell.' 'Oh, Felix, do you love me?' 'Sweet, 'Why do you ask?' 'I cannot tell.' 2 And was it no vain fantasy That raised me from the earth with pride? Should I to-morrow verily Be Bridegroom, and Honoria Bride? Should I, in simple fact, henceforth Live unconditionally lord Of her whose smile for brightest worth Seem'd all too bountiful reward? Incredible life's promise seem'd, Or, credible, for life too great; Love his own deity blasphemed, And doff'd at last his heavenly state. What law, if man could mount so high, To further insolence set bars, And kept the chaste moon in the sky, And bade him not tread out the stars! 3 Patience and hope had parted truce, And, sun-like, Love obscured his ray With dazzling mists, driven up profuse Before his own triumphant way. I thought with prayer how Jacob paid The patient price of Rachel; then, Of that calm grace Tobias said, And Sarah's innocent 'Amen.' Without avail! O'erwhelming wealth, The wondrous gift of God so near, Which should have been delight and health, Made heart and spirit sick and sere. Until at last the soul of love, That recks not of its own delight, Awoke and bade the mists remove, And then once more I breathed aright; And I rehears'd my marriage vow, And swore her welfare to prefer To all things, and for aye as now To live, not for myself, but her. Forth, from the glittering spirit's peace And gaiety ineffable, Stream'd to the heart delight and ease, As from an overflowing well; And, orderly deriving thence Its pleasure perfect and allow'd, Bright with the spirit shone the sense, As with the sun a fleecy cloud. If now to part with her could make, Her pleasure greater, sorrow less, I for my epitaph would take 'To serve seem'd more than to possess.' And I perceiv'd, (the vision sweet Dimming with happy dew mine eyes), That love and joy are torches lit From altar-fires of sacrifice. 4 Across the sky the daylight crept, And birds grew garrulous in the grove, And on my marriage-morn I slept A soft sleep, undisturb'd by love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TIRED by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO A PINE TREE by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL SYSTEM by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON WHAT BEST I SEE; TO U.S.G. RETURN'D FROM HIS WORLD'S TOUR by WALT WHITMAN PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 97. AL-WARITH by EDWIN ARNOLD ON A MINIATURE by HENRY AUGUSTIN BEERS YESTERDAY by CHARLES GRANGER BLANDEN THE NIGHT JOURNEY OF A RIVER by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT WRETTEN BY ME ON THE DEATH OF MY CHILD ROBERT PAYLER by MARY CAREY |