BRIDAL BALLAD

by: Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849)

      he ring is on my hand,
      And the wreath is on my brow;
      Satin and jewels grand
      Are all at my command,
      And I am happy now.
       
      And my lord he loves me well;
      But, when first he breathed his vow,
      I felt my bosom swell--
      For the words rang as a knell,
      And the voice seemed his who fell
      In the battle down the dell,
      And who is happy now.
       
      But he spoke to re-assure me,
      And he kissed my pallid brow,
      While a reverie came o'er me,
      And to the church-yard bore me,
      And I sighed to him before me,
      Thinking him dead D'Elormie,
      "Oh, I am happy now!"
       
      And thus the words were spoken,
      And this the plighted vow,
      And, though my faith be broken,
      And, though my heart be broken,
      Here is a ring, as token
      That I am happy now!
       
      Would God I could awaken!
      For I dream I know not how!
      And my soul is sorely shaken
      Lest an evil step be taken,--
      Lest the dead who is forsaken
      May not be happy now.

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