Edith Nesbit (Эдит Несбит)

Wedding Day

   THE enchanted hour,
   The magic bower,
   Where, crowned with roses,
   Love love discloses.

   “Kiss me, my lover;
   Doubting is over,
   Over is waiting;
   Love lights our mating!”

   “But roses wither,
   Chill winds blow hither,
   One thing all say, dear,
   Love lives a day, dear!”

   “Heed those old stories?
   New glowing glories
   Blot out those lies, love!
   Look in my eyes, love!

   “Ah, but the world knows—
   Naught of the true rose;
   Back the world slips, love!
   Give me your lips, love!

   “Even were their lies true,
   Yet were you wise to
   Swear, at Love’s portal,
   The god’s immortal.”

1. The Stolen God
2. Philosophy
3. The Vault
4. The Daisies
5. Incompatibilities

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