The Wedding


O marriage-bells, your clamor tells
Two weddings in one breath.
SHE marries whom her love compels:
And I wed Goodman Death!
My brain is blank, my tears are red;
Listen, O God: “I will,” he said:
And I would that I were dead.
Come groomsman Grief and bridesmaid Pain
Come and stand with a ghastly twain.
My Bridegroom Death is come o’er the meres
To wed a bride with bloody tears.
Ring, ring, O bells, full merrily:
Life-bells to her, death-bells to me:
O Death, I am true wife to thee!


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The Wedding