[ For the Golden Wedding of a Husband thirty-seven years blind.] I BROUGHT her home, my bonny bride, Just fifty years ago; Her eyes were bright, Her step was light, Her voice was sweet and low. In April was our wedding-day, The maiden month, you know, Of tears and smiles, And wilful wiles, And flowers that spring from snow. My love cast down her dear, dark eyes As if in fain would hide From my fond sight Her own delight, Half shy yet happy bride. But blushes told the tale, instead, As plain as words could speak In dainty red That overspread My darling's dainty cheek. For twice six years and more I watched Her fairer grow each day, -- My babes were blest Upon her breast, And she was pure as they. And then an angel touched my eyes, And turned my day to night, That fading charms Or time's alarms Might never vex my sight. Thus sitting in the dark I see My darling as of yore, -- With blushing face And winsome grace, Unchanged, for evermore. Full fifty years of young and fair! To her I pledge my vow Whose spring-time grace And April face Have lasted until now. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GREEN MOUNTAIN BOYS [MAY 9, 1775] by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT TO ROSAMONDE: A BALADE by GEOFFREY CHAUCER A NORTHERN SUBURB by JOHN DAVIDSON PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 60. AL-MU'HID by EDWIN ARNOLD TIME'S SHADOW by MATHILDE BLIND ANOTHER JOURNEY FROM BETHUNE TO CUINCHY by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN I WOULD NOT HAVE IT SO by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE ON THE DEATH OF AN OLD TOWNSMAN by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |