A Bridal Song
- by Hugh McCrae 19SHE is more sparkling beautiful
Than dawn-light seen thro' tears
The weeping worlds of Paradise
Shed down upon the spheres.
Her eyes are bright and passionate
With love's immortal flame—
The flowers of a wildwood tree
In petals write her name.
Her breath of life 's so wondrous sweet
The bees halt, in amaze,
Their streaming honey-laden fleet
Above the meadow ways;
And every little singing thing
Atween the breasted hill
And God's high-vaulted cloistering
Upraises with a will
Paeans of laud, and cheery chaunts
Of her, who now is mine—
Queen-Angel of angelic haunts
Thro' months of mead and wine.
- by Hugh McCrae 17The bleak faced Winter, with his braggart winds
(Coiled to his scrawny throat in tattered black),
Posts down the highway of his late domain,
His spurs like leeches in his bleeding hack.
He rides to reach the huge embattled hills
Where all the brooding summer he may lie
Engulfed in Kosciusko's silent snow,
His shadow waving o'er the lofty sky.
And jolly Spring, with love and laughter gay
Full fountaining, lets loose her tide of bees
Upon the waking ember-flame of bloom
New kindled in the honey-scented trees.
The old, old man forsakes the chimney-hole,
Where erst he warmed his bones and lazy blood,
And, clasping Molly to his wheezing breast,
Triumphant floats, cock-whoop, upon the flood.
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