Thus shall he breathe his vow:—
Here slept a self-devoted bride;
Of old, to save her lord she died,
She is an angel now.
ON A YOUNG BRIDE.
Not Hymen,—it was Ades’ self alone
That loosened Clearista’s virgin zone:
The morning ’spousal song was raised,—but oh!
At once ’twas silenced into threnes of woe;
And the same torches which the bridal bed