Music and silver chimes and sunlit air, <br />Freighted with the scent of honeyed orange-flower; <br />Glad, friendly festal faces everywhere. <br />She, rapt from all in this unearthly hour, <br />With cloudlike, cast-back veil and faint-flushed cheek, <br />In bridal beauty moves as in a trance <br />Alone with him, and fears to breathe, to speak, <br />Lest the rare, subtle spell dissolve perchance. <br />But he upon that floral head looks down, <br />Noting the misty eyes, the grave sweet brow-- <br />Doubts if her bliss be perfect as his own, <br />And dedicates anew with inward vow <br />His soul unto her service, to repay <br />Richly the sacrifice she yields this day.<br /><br />Emma Lazarus<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/marriage-bells/
