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The Bridal Morning. |
Painted by J. Stephanoff Engraved by E. Finden |
Poem sourced from the New York Mirror and Ladies’ Literary Gazette.
Page 160, 24th November 1827
THE BRIDAL MORNING.
BY MISS LANDON.
Thy bridal morning? They are now
The last braid of thy tresses wreathing;
The last white pearl is on thy brow,
The orange flower's beside thee breathing.
Why, thou art queen-like; that rich zone,
The satin’s snowy folds confining,
Is bright with every Indian stone
Whose hues have caught the day-break shining.
And thou art fair—O, very fair!
And suitest well thy gay adorning;
Thy clear brow and thy sunny hair,
Are they not beautiful as morning?
