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"Forgiveness, noble prince—forgive! if fear
Have for a moment flutter'd in my heart—
Indeed, indeed, 'tis thine—and, trembling, here
I yield it."—"Maiden! bid all fear depart—
No fear be here, still, still the heart that trembled,
For here the wedding guests are all assembled;
The wedding festival is waiting now,
And nought was wanting—nought, sweet maid! but thou."
What fear o'ercame the bashful maiden then,
When sinking on love's over-raptur'd breast:
O what rejoicing—what an Eden—when
Her o'er-excited spirit found sweet rest.
Pani![1] This maiden for my bride I've taken,
My bride, your princess!—-now let joy awaken,
And let that joy ascending from the heart,
A lustre to each gladden'd eye impart.
- ↑ Lords.
