Poems (Taylor)/The Bride

For works with similar titles, see The Bride.
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ROMANCES

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Three of the poems contained in the following pages are reprinted by permission of the editor of "The British Weekly."

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THE BRIDE
All veiled in white and silver She trod the kirkyard way;On either side her splendour The dead undazzled lay.
The bridal men and maidens Fell dreaming as they came;The bridegroom's eyes upon her Were fantasy and flame.
Oh! like some strange dead woman's Carved on a heathen gem,—A great sweet star of evil, Her beauty lighted them.
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So, veiled and mute, she glittered Adown the dead;—and knewThat o'er her last best lover The red red roses grew.
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