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48 For with torches aflame

Of the Pelian pine,

And with bride-song I came

In that hour divine,

Upbearing the hand of a wife—thine hand, O darling mine!

Followed revellers, raising

Acclaim: ever broke

From the lips of them praising,

Of the dead as they spoke,

And of me, how the noble, the children of kings, Love joined 'neath his yoke.

But for bridal song

Is the wail for the dead,

And, for white-robed throng,

Black vesture hath led

Me to halls where the ghost of delight lieth couched on a desolate bed.

To the trance of thy bliss

Sudden anguish was brought.

Never lesson like this

To thine heart had been taught:

Yet thy life hast thou won, and thy soul hast delivered from death:—is it nought?

Thy wife hath departed:

Love tender and true

Hath she left:—stricken-hearted,

Wherein is this new?

Hath Death not unyoked from the chariot of Love full many ere you?