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Poem by Caroline Norton


The Bride


SHE is standing by her loved one's side,
A young and a fair and a gentle bride,
But mournfulness hath crost her face
Like shadows in a sunny place,
And wistfully her eye doth strain
Across the blue and distant main.
My home! my home!I would I were
Again in joyous gladness there!
My home! my home!I would I heard
The singing voice, like some small bird,
Of him, our mother's youngest child,
With light soft step, and features mild.
I would I saw that dear one now,
With the proud eye and noble brow,

Whose very errors were more loved
Than all our reason most approved.
And she, my fairy sister, she,
Who was the soul of childish glee;
Who loved me sooh, let me hear
Once more those tones familiar, dear,
Which haunt my rest; and I will smile
Even as I used to do erewhile.
I know that some have fall'n asleep
I know that some have learnt to weep
But my heart never feels the same
As when those light steps round me came:
And sadness weighs my heavy eye
Beneath this cheerless stranger sky:
Tho' fewer now might round me come
It is my homemy own old home!

She is back again in her sunny home,
And thick and fast the beatings come
Of that young heart, as round she sees
The same sweet flowers, the same old trees;
But they, the living flowers she loved,
Are they the same? are they unmoved?
Notime which withers leaf and stem
Hath thrown his withering change o'er them.

Where there was mirth, is silence now
Where there was joy, a darkened brow
The bounding step hath given place
To the slow stealing mournful pace;
The proud bright eye is now less proud,
By time, and thought, and sickness bowed.
And the light singing voice no more
Its joyful carols echoes o'er,
But whispers; fearful some gay tone
May wake the thought of pleasures gone.
It is her homebut all in vain
Some lingering things unchanged remain:
The present wakes no smilethe past
Hath tears to bid its memory last.
She knew that some were gonebut oh!
She knew notyouth can never know
How furrowed o'er with silent thought
Are brows which grief and time have taught.
The murmuring of some shadowy word,
Which was a namewhich now, unheard,
May wander thro' the clear cold sky,
Or wake the echo for reply:
The lingering pause in some bright spot
To dream of those who now are not:
The gaze that vainly seeks to trace
Lost feelings beaming on a face

Where time and sorrow, guilt and care,
Have past and left their withering there:
These are her joys; and she doth roam
Around her dear but desert home;
Peopling the vacant seats, till tears arise,
And blot the dim sweet vision from her eyes.



Caroline Norton


Caroline Norton's other poems:
  1. Babel
  2. The King of Denmarks Ride
  3. The Pilgrim of Life
  4. The Captive Pirate
  5. Love Not


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  • David Lawrence The Bride ("My love looks like a girl to-night")

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