I saw thee on thy bridal day,
When a burning blush
came o'er thee,
Though happiness around thee lay,
The world all love
before thee;
And in thine eye a kindling light
(Whatever it might
be)
Was all on Earth my aching sight
Of loveliness could
see.
That blush, perhaps, was maiden shame:
As such it well may
pass,
Though its glow hath raised a fiercer flame
In the breast of
him, alas!
Who saw thee on that bridal day,
When that deep blush
would come o'er thee,
Though happiness around thee lay,
The world all love
before thee.
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