Hark! hark to the knell of the loud marriage-bell! For while tuning its summons of joyance and glee, It has changed to the time of the funeral chime, And, sweet lady, it calls for thy lord and thee. And though now for a while thou may'st seem to smile, And those garments so fine shall no longer be thine, For thy hood, and thy veil, and thy robe shall be pale, For the folds of the pall shall be worn over all, When thy kerchief and gown are the sheet and the shroud! And the coffin shall be the dark bride-bed for thee, Shall be friends and relations who weep for thy doom! Aye turn thee, as now, to thy bridegroom, and vow That nought from his side shall have power to sever ; For they, lady, that wed in thy bridal bed, They meet, but they part no more for ever. Then come to that bed, it is folded and spread, And haste thee, gay lord, from thy wine-crowned board, And soon as that call was heard in the hall, Then, face to face, as they fell in embrace, They were borne to their couch of the downiest feather: So that virgin bride, and her lord by her side, They slept the death-bed sleep together! THE SABBATH.BELL. WRITTEN IN SEVERE ILLNESS. HARK! Hark! methought that o'er mine ear And now it comes more soft, more near, Blest sound! how oft with willing feet Its distant echoes faint and fleet, As thine, harmonious Sabbath-bell! Of holy hopes, of joys refined, The pensive murmur seem'd to tell; And spoke of countless joys combined In that sole thought, the Sabbath-bell! And now my spirit spurns the thrall, And fain would hasten to the call, That vibrates from the Sabbath-bell. The holy fane, the sacred rite, The hallow'd joys I loved so well ; Say, shall they bless again my sight, At summons of the Sabbath-bell? Ah, no! that hope I fear is o'er, And scarce may hope to hear once more Soon, soon its meek and mournful strains "Twill ne'er forsake the Sabbath-bell. |