DRESSING THE BRIDE

by: Thomas Bailey Aldrich (1836-1906)

      o, after bath, the slave-girls brought
      The broidered raiment for her wear,
      The misty izar from Mosul,
      The pearls and opals for her hair,
      The slippers for her supple feet,
      (Two radiant crescent moons they were,)
      And lavender, and spikenard sweet,
      And attars, nedd, and richest musk.
      When they had finished dressing her,
      (The eye of morn, the heart's desire!)
      Like one pale star against the dusk,
      A single diamond on her brow
      Trembled with its imprisoned fire!

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