Thanks to thy newly-wedded hand, which gave These bridal honours to the tomb to-day, A daughter's wedding posy! Who shall say It is a truant at a father's grave? O'er the blue hills, fair Edith, thou art gone; Thou and thy votive flowers are sunder'd wide; But still ye are so tenderly allied On earth, that your twin sweetness shall be one In heaven. Our Father's eye shall ne'er reprove The bride's recurrence to the daughter's love. And when thou hast fulfill'd thy days and hours, And thy pure life its meed of glory brings, The earliest passage of thine angel wings Among the blest shall tell of orange flowers! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOW TO KNOW LOVE FROM DECEIT by WILLIAM BLAKE SONG: 4 by EDWARD ESTLIN CUMMINGS THE ENKINDLED SPRING by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE PARADISE LOST: BOOK 4 by JOHN MILTON THE GREAT SAINT BERNARD by SAMUEL ROGERS NOT DEAD, BUT GONE BEFORE by ANTIPHANES |