A Bride

I saw your portrait yesterday,

Set in a golden frame,

Around it twines a blossom-spray,

Beneath it is your name.

And tender smiles are round your mouth,

High thoughts are on your brow,

The world is beautiful as Youth,

You are so happy now.

The shining gates are opened wide,

Love stretches forth his hand

And bids the bridegroom bring his bride

Into the promised land.

And you and he dwell there alone,

Beneath Love's summer sky,

While all the world's great grief and moan

As a sad dream pass by.

Yet on Love's flowers strange and rare,

Your saddest tears shall fall,

And in Love's country you shall fare

The loneliest of all.