POEM: WEDDING DAY

By Edith Nesbit

The enchanted hour,

The magic bower,

Where, crowned with roses,

Love love discloses.

“Kiss me, my lover;

Doubting is over,

Over is waiting;

Love lights our mating!”

“But roses wither,

Chill winds blow hither,

One thing all say, dear,

Love lives a day, dear!”

“Heed those old stories?

New glowing glories

Blot out those lies, love!

Look in my eyes, love!

“Ah, but the world knows -

Naught of the true rose;

Back the world slips, love!

Give me your lips, love!

“Even were their lies true,

Yet were you wise to

Swear, at Love's portal,

The god's immortal.”