No, never,—no!—would they forget that night.—
Too soon the sleepy birds awoke the light!
Too soon, for them, trailing gray skirts of breeze,
The drowsy dawn came wandering through the trees.
"Too soon," she sighed; and he, "Alas! too soon!"
But at their scutcheoned casement, overstrewn
Of dew and dreams, the dim wind knocked and cried,
"Arise! come forth, O bridegroom, and O bride!"
II
Morn; and the Autumn, dreaming, sat among