El Mercader de Venecia-"Bridal Ballad"
by Edgar Allan PoeThe ring is on my hand,
And the wreath is on my brow;Satin and jewels grandAre all at my command,And I am happy now.And my lord he loves me well;But, when first he breathed his vow,I felt my bosom swell-For the words rang as a knell,And the voice seemed his who fellIn the battle down the dell,And who is happy now.But he spoke to re-assure me,And he kissed my pallid brow,While a reverie came o'er me,And to the church-yard bore me,And I sighed to him before me,Thinking him dead D'Elormie,"Oh, I am happy now!"And thus the words were spoken,And this the plighted vow,And, though my faith be broken,And, though my heart be broken,Here is a ring, as tokenThat I am happy now!Would God I could awaken!For I dream I know not how!And my soul is sorely shakenLest an evil step be taken,-Lest the dead who is forsakenMay not be happy now.
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