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folded lids I still may see?My bride, my bride that is to be.
Her face is like a night of June?Upon whose brow the crescent-moon?Hangs pendant in a diadem?Of stars, with envy lighting them.--?And, like a wild cascade, her hair?Floods neck and shoulder, arm and wrist,?Till only through a gleaming mist?I seem to see a siren there,?With lips of love and melody?And open arms and heaving breast?Wherein I fling myself to rest,?The while my heart cries hopelessly?For my fair bride that is to be....
Nay, foolish heart and blinded eyes!?My bride hath need of no disguise.--?But, rather, let her come to me?In such a form as bent above?My pillow when in infancy?I knew not anything but love.--?O let her come from out the lands?Of Womanhood--not fairy isles,--?And let her come with Woman's hands?And Woman's eyes of tears and smiles,--?With Woman's hopefulness and grace?Of patience lighting up her face:?And let her diadem be wrought?Of kindly deed and prayerful thought,?That ever over all distress?May beam the light of cheerfulness.--?And let her feet be brave to fare?The labyrinths of doubt and care,?That, following, my own may find?The path to Heaven God designed.--?O let her come like this to me--?My bride--my bride that is to be.
HOW IT HAPPENED
I got to thinkin' of her--both her parents dead and gone--?And all her sisters married off, and none but her and John?A-livin' all alone there in that lonesome sort o' way,?And him a blame old bachelor, confirmder ev'ry day!?I'd knowed 'em all from childern, and their daddy from the time He settled in the neighberhood, and hadn't airy a dime?Er dollar, when he married, fer to start housekeepin' on!-- So I got to thinkin' of her--both her parents dead and gone!
I got to thinkin' of her; and a-wundern what she done?That all her sisters kep' a-gittin' married, one by one,?And her without no chances--and the best girl of the pack-- An old maid, with her hands, you might say, tied behind her back! And Mother, too, afore she died, she ust to jes' take on,?When none of 'em was left, you know, but Evaline and John,?And jes' declare to goodness 'at the young men must be bline To not see what a wife they'd git if they got Evaline!
I got to thinkin' of her; in my great affliction she?Was sich a comfert to us, and so kind and neighberly,--?She'd come, and leave her housework, fer to he'p out little Jane, And talk of her own mother 'at she'd never see again--?Maybe sometimes cry together--though, fer the most part she Would have the child so riconciled and happy-like 'at we?Felt lonesomer 'n ever when she'd put her bonnet on?And say she'd railly haf to be a-gittin' back to John!
I got to thinkin' of her, as I say,--and more and more?I'd think of her dependence, and the burdens 'at she bore,-- Her parents both a-bein' dead, and all her sisters gone?And married off, and her a-livin' there alone with John--?You might say jes' a-toilin' and a-slavin' out her life?Fer a man 'at hadn't pride enough to git hisse'f a wife--?'Less some one married Evaline and packed her off some day!-- So I got to thinkin' of her--and it happened thataway.
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WHEN MY DREAMS COME TRUE
I
When my dreams come true--when my dreams come true--?Shall I lean from out my casement, in the starlight and the dew, To listen--smile and listen to the tinkle of the strings?Of the sweet guitar my lover's fingers fondle, as he sings? And as the nude moon slowly, slowly shoulders into view,?Shall I vanish from his vision--when my dreams come true?
When my dreams come true--shall the simple gown I wear?Be changed to softest satin, and my maiden-braided hair?Be raveled into flossy mists of rarest, fairest gold,?To be minted into kisses, more than any heart can hold?--?Or "the summer of my tresses" shall my lover liken to?"The fervor of his passion"--when my dreams come true?
II
When my dreams come true--I shall bide among the sheaves?Of happy harvest meadows; and the grasses and the leaves?Shall lift and lean between me and the splendor of the sun, Till the moon swoons into twilight, and the gleaners' work is done-- Save that yet an arm shall bind me, even as the reapers do?The meanest sheaf of harvest--when my dreams come true.
When my dreams come true! when my dreams come true!?True love in all simplicity is fresh and pure as dew;--?The blossom in the blackest mold is kindlier to the eye?Than any lily born of pride that looms against the sky:?And so it is I know my heart will gladly welcome you,?My lowliest of lovers, when my dreams come true.
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NOTHIN' TO SAY
Nothin' to say, my daughter! Nothin' at all to say!?Gyrls that's in love, I've noticed, ginerly has their way!?Yer mother did, afore you, when her folks