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came forth in her bridal robes arrayed, And midst the graceful statues, round the hall Shedding the calm of their celestial mein, Stood pale, yet proudly beautiful, as they: Flowers in her bosom, and the star-like gleam Of jewels trembling from her braided hair, And death upon her brow!—but glorious death! Her own heart's choice, the token and the seal Of love, o'ermastering love; which, 'till that hour, Almost an anguish in the brooding weight Of its unutterable tenderness, Had burdened her full soul. But now, oh! now,