Poem by William Wordsworth

Composed on the Eve of the Marriage of a Friend in the Vale of Grasmere

What need of clamorous bells, or ribbands gay,
These humble Nuptials to proclaim or grace?
Angels of Love, look down upon the place,
Shed on the chosen Vale a sun-bright day!
Even for such omen would the Bride display
No mirthful gladness:—serious is her face,
Modest her mien; and she, whose thoughts keep pace
With gentleness, in that becoming way
Will thank you. Faultless does the Maid appear,
No disproportion in her soul, no strife:
But, when the closer view of wedded life
Hath shewn that nothing human can be clear
From frailty, for that insight may the Wife
To her indulgent Lord become more dear.

1. Calais
2. On Approaching Home after a Tour in Scotland
3. To ———
4. Methought I Saw the Footsteps of a Throne
5. To the Lady ———

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