BIND the white orange-flowers in her hair; Soft be their shadow, soft and somewhat pale -- For they are omens. Many anxious years Are on the wreath that bends the bridal veil. The maiden leaves her childhood and her home, All that the past has known of happy hours -- Perhaps her happiest ones. Well may there be A faint wan colour on those orange-flowers: For they are pale as hope, and hope is pale With earnest watching over future years; With all the promise of their loveliness, The bride and morning bathe their wreath with tears | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MAID'S LAMENT; ELIZABETHAN by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR THE BABY, FR. AT THE BACK OF THE NORTH WIND by GEORGE MACDONALD THE KEARSARGE (1894) by JAMES JEFFREY ROCHE SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 119 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI TRAVELLING GIPSIES by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE THE PURSUIT by GAMALIEL BRADFORD |