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Bridal Ballad By Edgar Allan Poe |
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The ring is on my hand, And the wreath is on my brow; Satins and jewels grand Are all at my command, And I am happy now. And my lord he loves me well; But, when first he breathed his vow, I felt my bosom swell — For the words rang as a knell, And the voice seemed his who fell 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’re me, And to the church-yard bore me, And I sighed to him before me, (Thinking him dead D’Elormie), “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, Here is a ring as token That I am 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. | |||||||||||||
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