MISCELLANEOUS
Bride’s Song
It was not always thus I loved,
Once, long ago, another love was mine,
A love that through the constellations moved
On fiery way divine—
It was not always thus I loved.
But can a bird for ever fly?
Too rare, too lofty, is the sky,
The poor bird folds his tired wings,
And in the tree-top sings,
And tries
To forget the skies.
It was not always thus I dreamed,
Once, long ago, I walked in Paradise,
And through the coolness of the garden gleamed
An angel’s beckoning eyes—
It was not always thus I dreamed.
But can the sun be ever bright?
He faints before the sword of night,
And back into the house we hie,
And with a candle try,
When day’s done,
To forget the sun.
I went into the sunset, and I heard
Among the trees the faint note of a bird.