Was stain’d with blood, fast flowing:
And round her lovely waist she wore
An amber zone; a cross she bore
Of rubies—richly glowing.
The Bride, her dove-like eyes to Heav’n
Rais’d, calling Christ to save her!
The cross now danc’d upon her breast;
The shudd’ring Priest his fears confest,
And benedictions gave her.
Upon the pavement sunk the Bride