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 Love with swift rapture cried, Dear Life, thou art my bride! Whereto, with fearless pride, Dear Love, indeed thy bride! All the earth's fruit and flowers, All the world's wealth are ours; Sun, moon, and stars gem Our marriage diadem.

So they together fare, Lovely and joyous pair; So hand in hand they roam All through their Eden home; Each to the other's sight An ever-new delight: Blue heaven and blooming earth Joy in their darlings' mirth.

Who comes to meet them now,— She with the pallid brow, Wreathing her night-dark hair With the red poppies there, Pouring from solemn eyes Gloom through the sunny skies, Moving so silently In her deep reverie?