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It was a lovely morn in June, And in the rosy light of noon The olive crowned village shone As the glad sun were all its own; And, suiting with such golden hours, With music, and with songs and flowers, A bridal train pass'd gaily by: In the midst, with blue downcast eye And blush of happiness, came the Bride! And youths with flutes were by her side, And maidens, with their wreaths, as gay As life but lasted one sweet day. One followed them with bursting heart, With pallid cheek, and lips apart, As every breath were gasped! Ah this, Alas, is what love ever is!