Edith Nesbit

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.”