Poems (Radford)/A Bride
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A Bride
I saw your portrait yesterday, Set in a golden frame,Around it twines a blossom-spray, Beneath it is your name.
And tender smiles are round your mouth, High thoughts are on your brow,The world is beautiful as Youth, You are so happy now.
The shining gates are opened wide, Love stretches forth his handAnd bids the bridegroom bring his bride Into the promised land.
And you and he dwell there alone, Beneath Love's summer sky,While all the world's great grief and moan As a sad dream pass by.
Yet on Love's flowers strange and rare, Your saddest tears shall fall,And in Love's country you shall fare The loneliest of all.