Poems (Taylor)/The Bride
For works with similar titles, see The Bride.
ROMANCES
Three of the poems contained in the following pages are reprinted by permission of the editor of "The British Weekly."
THE BRIDE
All veiled in white and silver
She trod the kirkyard way;
On either side her splendour
The dead undazzled lay.
She trod the kirkyard way;
On either side her splendour
The dead undazzled lay.
The bridal men and maidens
Fell dreaming as they came;
The bridegroom's eyes upon her
Were fantasy and flame.
Fell dreaming as they came;
The bridegroom's eyes upon her
Were fantasy and flame.
Oh! like some strange dead woman's
Carved on a heathen gem,—
A great sweet star of evil,
Her beauty lighted them.
Carved on a heathen gem,—
A great sweet star of evil,
Her beauty lighted them.
So, veiled and mute, she glittered
Adown the dead;—and knew
That o'er her last best lover
The red red roses grew.
Adown the dead;—and knew
That o'er her last best lover
The red red roses grew.