The enchanted hour, <br />The magic bower, <br />Where, crowned with roses, <br />Love love discloses. <br /> <br />'Kiss me, my lover; <br />Doubting is over, <br />Over is waiting; <br />Love lights our mating!' <br /> <br />'But roses wither, <br />Chill winds blow hither, <br />One thing all say, dear, <br />Love lives a day, dear!' <br /> <br />'Heed those old stories? <br />New glowing glories <br />Blot out those lies, love! <br />Look in my eyes, love! <br /> <br />'Ah, but the world knows - <br />Naught of the true rose; <br />Back the world slips, love! <br />Give me your lips, love! <br /> <br />'Even were their lies true, <br />Yet were you wise to <br />Swear, at Love's portal, <br />The god's immortal.'<br /><br />Edith Nesbit<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wedding-day-11/
