A Wedding Song

Two roses growing on a single tree,
Two faces bending o'er a silver spring,
Two pairs of eyes that their own image see,
And set the heavens within a little ring,
Two children in this naughty world of ours,
Linked by the marriage powers.

Undo the things from off your feet -
This spot at least is holy ground.
The solitude is wild and sweet,
Where no base thing is found.
There watch, or wander in that paradise
Till soft moonrise.

Sink through the soundless world of dreams,
Or climb the secret stairs of bliss,
And tiptoe stand where brightest gleams
The heaven of heavens within a kiss;
Sleep through the soft hours of rosy morn;
Uraniaa, be born!

Sleep while the moist star trembles in the dews,
And when in sunrise gleams the lake of glass;
Sleep while the heavens are interchanging hues,
And Saturn's tear "rolls down the blade of glass";
Wake when the birds are singing in the trees,
And sing like these.

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