Bridal Serenade

Maiden, thou sittest alone above,
   Crowned with flowers, and like a sprite
   Starrily clothed in a garment white:
Thou art the only maiden I love,
   And a soul of fondness to thee I bring,
   Thy glorious beauty homaging,—
   But ah! thou wearest a golden ring.
Maiden, thou’st broken no vow to me,
   But undone me alone with gentleness,
   Wasting upon me glances that bless;
And knew’st that I never was born for thee.
   No hope, no joy; yet never more
   My heart shall murmur; now ’tis o’er,
   I’ll bless thee dying at thy door.

[Kelsall, 1851]