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Bridal Ballad

Edgar Allan Poe

The ring is on my hand,
   And the wreath is on my brow;
Satin and jewels grand
Are all at my command,
   And I am happy now.

And my lord he loves me well;
   But, when first he breathed his vow,
I felt my bosom swell-
For the words rang as a knell,
And the voice seemed his who fell
In the battle down the dell,
   And who is happy now.

But he spoke to re-assure me,
   And he kissed my pallid brow,
While a reverie came o'er me,
And to the church-yard bore me,
And I sighed to him before me,
Thinking him dead D'Elormie,
"Oh, I am happy now!"

And thus the words were spoken,
   And this the plighted vow,
And, though my faith be broken,
And, though my heart be broken,
Here is a ring, as token
   That I am happy now!

Would God I could awaken!
   For I dream I know not how!
And my soul is sorely shaken
Lest an evil step be taken,-
Lest the dead who is forsaken
   May not be happy now. 

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