I. <br />The golden gates of Sleep unbar <br />Where Strength and Beauty, met together, <br />Kindle their image like a star <br />In a sea of glassy weather! <br />Night, with all thy stars look down,-- <br />Darkness, weep thy holiest dew,-- <br />Never smiled the inconstant moon <br />On a pair so true. <br />Let eyes not see their own delight;-- <br />Haste, swift Hour, and thy flight <br />Oft renew. <br /> <br />II. <br />Fairies, sprites, and angels, keep her! <br />Holy stars, permit no wrong! <br />And return to wake the sleeper, <br />Dawn,—ere it be long! <br />O joy! O fear! what will be done <br />In the absence of the sun! <br />Come along!<br /><br />Percy Bysshe Shelley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-bridal-song/
