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First Line: Do not come in any trailing dress!
Last Line: And your bride-bed—the whole earth below you.


Do not come in any trailing dress!
but come running, till the sparks fly shining,
with both arms flung wide in readiness!
No soft steps are leading to my castle;
torn cliffs, rather; put off train and tassel,
brief the skirt that fits with love's designing!

Do not stand before the glass to stare!
In the night my woodland is forsaken,
and you are most lovely brave and bare,
with but pallid star-light on you gleaming;
far away a haughty stag is screaming,
and with cuckoo cries my wood is shaken.

How your ear burns! how your bodice flutters!
quick, undo these garments that foreshow you;
oh, your heart is happy now, and stutters!
Come, I'll carry you, you white, wild wonder,
as God made you! tear your gauds asunder!
and your bride-bed—the whole earth below you.





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