A Bride

I SAW your portrait yesterday,
Set in a golden frame,
Around it twines a blossom-spray,
Beneath it is your name.
And tender smiles are round your mouth,
High thoughts are on your brow,
The world is beautiful as Youth,
You are so happy now.
The shining gates are opened wide,
Love stretches forth his hand
And bids the bridegroom bring his bride
Into the promised land.
And you and he dwell there alone,
Beneath Love's summer sky,
While all the world's great grief and moan
As a sad dream pass by.
Yet on Love's flowers strange and rare,
Your saddest tears shall fall,
And in Love's country you shall fare
The loneliest of all.