THE Day is come, I see it rise, Betwixt the Bride's and Bridegroom's Eyes, That Golden day they wish'd so long Love pick'd it out amidst the throng; He destin'd to himself this Sun, And took the Reins and drove him on; In his own Beams he drest him bright, Yet bid him bring a better night. The day you wish'd arriv'd at last, You wish as much that it were past, One Minute more and night will hide The Bridegroom and the blushing Bride. The Virgin now to Bed do's goe: Take care oh Youth, she rise not soe; She pants and trembles at her doom And fears and wishes thou wou'dst come. The Bridegroom comes, He comes apace With Love and Fury in his Face; She shrinks away, He close pursues, And Pray'rs and Threats at once do's use; She softly sighing begs delay, And with her hand, puts his away, Now out aloud for help she cryes, And now despairing shuts her Eyes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ADDRESS TO A HAGGIS by ROBERT BURNS LAST WORDS TO A DUMB FRIEND by THOMAS HARDY ON A BOY'S FIRST READING OF THE PLAY OF 'KING HENRY THE FIFTH' by SILAS WEIR MITCHELL THE WITCH IN THE GLASS by SARAH MORGAN BRYAN PIATT ODE ON SOLITUDE (FINAL PRINTED VERSION) by ALEXANDER POPE NEW HEAVEN, NEW WAR by ROBERT SOUTHWELL |