Edwin Arnold (Эдвин Арнольд)

The Marriage

The robing is done,
 The bells have begun.
And the bride is as bright is as a rising sun.
 And her cheeks that gleam,
 And her smiles that beam,
Laugh at her tear-drops too light to stream.

 The bridegroom gay
 Goeth first on the way,
Featly and free as a bridegroom may;
 With a glance of pride
 For the bonny bride,
Like ivy to elm clinging close at his side.

 And one is waiting
 The gallant mating
Close by the church at the convent grating,
 Gnawing his lip
 With an angry grip,
Till down on his beard the blood doth drip.

 The light plume dances,
 The proud steed prances,
Gaily along the good show advances;
 With mantle untied
 And cap at his side
The stranger is pressing to reach the bride.

 And strange their meeting—
 No courtly greeting,—
But a frightened look and a fierce heart beating,
 Through silk and brocade
 He urges a blade,
And the cold steel point at her heart is stayed.

 And a quiet word,
 Through the silence heard,
Comes, ere the foremost a foot hath stirred—
 "My love was great,
 "She paid it with hate,
"One dagger will serve for a double fate."

 The bridegroom gay
 Looked once at the clay
And maddened, and howled his life away.
 And the three souls dwell,
 So the friars tell,
Two in high heaven, and one in hell.

1. With a Bracelet in the Form of a Snake
2. The Falcon-Feast
3. The Rhine and The Moselle
4. The Eygptian Princess
5. The Alchemist

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