Classic and Contemporary Poetry
EPITHALAMIUM, by EDWARD SANDFORD MARTIN Poet's Biography First Line: The marriage bells have rung their peal Last Line: Here's tosuccess to her successor! Subject(s): Grief; Love - Unrequited; Marriage; Wedding Song; Youth; Sorrow; Sadness; Weddings; Husbands; Wives; Epithalamium | ||||||||
THE marriage bells have rung their peal, The wedding march has told its story. I've seen her at the altar kneel In all her stainless, virgin glory; She's bound to honor, love, obey, Come joy or sorrow, tears or laughter. I watched her as she rode away, And flung the lucky slipper after. She was my first, my very first, My earliest inamorata, And to the passion that I nursed For her I well nigh was a martyr. For I was young, and she was fair, And always gay and bright and chipper, And, oh, she wore such sunlit hair, Such silken stockings! such a slipper! She did not wish to make me mourn She was the kindest of God's creatures; But flirting was in her inborn, Like brains and queerness in the Beechers. I do not fear your heartless flirt Obtuse her dart and dull her probe is; But when girls do not mean to hurt, But doOrate tunc pro nobis! A most romantic country place; The moon at full, the month of August; An inland lake across whose face Played gentle zephyrs, ne'er a raw gust. Books, boats, and horses to enjoy, The which was all our occupation; A damsel and a callow boy There! now you have the situation. We rode together miles and miles, My pupil she, and I her Chiron; At home I reveled in her smiles And read her extracts out of Byron. We roamed by moonlight, chose our stars (I thought it most authentic billing), Explored the woods, climbed over bars, Smoked cigarettes and broke a shilling. An infinitely blissful week Went by in this Arcadian fashion; I hesitated long to speak, But ultimately breathed my passion. She said her heart was not her own; She said she'd love me like a sister; She cried a little (not alone); I begged her not to fret, andkissed her. I lost some sleep, some pounds in weight, A deal of time, and all my spirits, And muchhow much I dare not state I mused upon that damsel's merits. I tortured my unhappy soul, I wished I never might recover; I hoped her marriage bells might toll A requiem for her faithful lover. And now she's married, now she wears A wedding-ring upon her finger; And Ialthough it odd appears Still in the flesh I seem to linger. Lo, there my swallow-tail, and here Lies by my side a wedding favor; Beside it stands a mug of beer, I taste ithow divine its flavor! I saw her in her bridal dress Stand pure and lovely at the altar; I heard her firm responsethat "Yes," Without a quiver or a falter. And here I sit and drink to her Long life and happiness; God bless her! Now fill again. No heel-taps, sir; Here's toSuccess to her successor! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...POEM FOR A WEDDING by GLYN MAXWELL BRIDAL SONG by GEORGE CHAPMAN (1559-1634) ESTONIAN BRIDAL SONG by JOHANN GOTTFRIED VON HERDER THE SERGEANT'S WEDDIN' by RUDYARD KIPLING THE PHOENIX AND THE TURTLE by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE EPITHALAMION by EDMUND SPENSER A GIRL OF POMPEII by EDWARD SANDFORD MARTIN |
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