Hush! and again the chatter of the starling <br />Athwart the lawn! <br />Lean your head close and closer. O my darling!-- <br />It is the dawn. <br />Dawn in the dusk of her dream, <br />Dream in the hush of her bosom, unclose! <br />Bathed in the eye-bright beam, <br />Blush to her cheek, be a blossom, a rose! <br />Go, nuptial night! the floor of Ocean tressing <br />With moon and star; <br />With benediction go and breathe thy blessing <br />On coasts afar. <br />Hark! the theorbos thrum <br />O'er the arch'd wave that in white smother booms <br />'Mother of Mystery, come! <br />Fain for thee wait other brides, other grooms!' <br />Go, nuptial night, my breast of hers bereaving! <br />Yet, O, tread soft! <br />Grow day, blithe day, the mountain shoulder heaving <br />More gold aloft! <br />Gold, rose, bird of the dawn, <br />All to her balcony gather unseen-- <br />Thrill through the curtain drawn, <br />Bless her, bedeck her, and bathe her, my Queen!<br /><br />Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nuptial-night/
