FARE forth my soul, fare forth, and take thine own; The silver morning and the golden eve Wait, as the virgins waited to receive The bridegroom and the bride, with roses strown; Fare forth and lift her veil,—the bride is joy alone! To thee the friendly hours with her shall bring The changeless trust that bird and poet sing; Her dower to-day shall be the asters sown On breezy uplands; hers the vigor brought Upon the north wind's wing, and hers for thee A stately heritage of land and sea, And all that nature hath, and all the great have thought, While low she whispers like a sea-born shell Things that thy love may hear but never tell. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON MONSIEUR'S DEPARTURE by ELIZABETH I A WINTER WISH by ROBERT HINCKLEY MESSINGER NORTH-WEST PASSAGE: 1. GOOD NIGHT by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE LADY'S DRESSING ROOM by JONATHAN SWIFT HOPE AND DESPAIR by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE WRITTEN ON WHITSUN-MONDAY, 1795 by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 39 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 41 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |