A ring she from her finger drew,
And held it forth to Moreland's view,
And murmured low, in tones that thrilled
His thickly throbbing pulse, and stilled
The awe-struck guests, as if a breath
Had touched them from the wing of death:
"Four times twelve months have quickly fled—
This be the seal by which we wed,
And in this light empyreal bow,
To consecrate, our bridal vow!