Poems (Blake)/A Wedding-Day
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A WEDDING-DAY.
JUNE, 187—.
Glad with the perfect light of sea and sky,
And sweet June blossoms trembling on their stalks,
And roses tangled near fair garden walks,
And tuneful wild birds, singing as they fly,—
Glad too with each fair promised hope that dwells
Within the fruitful bosom of the year,
So dawns the golden day on which we hear
The happy music of thy wedding bells!
O friend, whose steps so lightly turn aside
To enter on the new and chosen way,
May each glad type that Heaven hath strewn to-day
Of joy and love before the white-robed bride
Bloom in the fuller sunshine of thy life,
And crown with bliss the future of the wife.
And sweet June blossoms trembling on their stalks,
And roses tangled near fair garden walks,
And tuneful wild birds, singing as they fly,—
Glad too with each fair promised hope that dwells
Within the fruitful bosom of the year,
So dawns the golden day on which we hear
The happy music of thy wedding bells!
O friend, whose steps so lightly turn aside
To enter on the new and chosen way,
May each glad type that Heaven hath strewn to-day
Of joy and love before the white-robed bride
Bloom in the fuller sunshine of thy life,
And crown with bliss the future of the wife.