Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE BRIDE, by THOMAS WADE


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First Line: Let the trim tapers burn exceeding brightly
Last Line: And witchcrafts trance her wheresoe'er she turn.
Subject(s): Brides


LET the trim tapers burn exceeding brightly!
And the white bed be deck'd as for a goddess,
Who must be pillow'd, like high vesper, nightly
On couch ethereal! Be the curtains fleecy,
Like vesper's fairest when calm nights are breezy --
Transparent, parting -- showing what they hide,
Or strive to veil -- by mystery deified!
The floor, gold-carpet, that her zone and boddice
May lie in honour where they gently fall,
Slow loosened from her form symmetrical --
Like mist from sunlight. Burn, sweet odours, burn!
For incense at the altar of her pleasure!
Let music breathe with a voluptuous measure,
And witchcrafts trance her wheresoe'er she turn.





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