MY Bride is a simple maiden, And Love is her all -- her all; But better is love in a garret Than hate in a gilded hall. And brighter than all the jewels That flash on a monarch's brow, -- Ay! bright as the stars of heaven Are the eyes of this bride, I trow. When sorrows invest my bosom, I look in her smiling face; When friends like the snow have vanished, I weep in her wild embrace: The thrill of her glance is rapture, The glow of her touch divine; -- And Poesy, darling Poesy, Is the name of this bride of mine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BEFORE THE FLOWERS OF FRIENDSHIP FADED FADED: 21 by GERTRUDE STEIN JOAN OF ARC IN RHEIMS by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS WITCH-WIFE by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY A CLEAR MIDNIGHT by WALT WHITMAN AN ARMOURY by ALCAEUS OF MYTILENE |