A Bridal Song

SHE 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.