And we were wed! I need not say
How heavenly came and went each day,
Enough! our souls together beat
Like two sweet tunes that wandering meet,
Then so harmoniously they run
The hearer deems they are but one.
There are mailed forms in Lorro’s halls,
And rustling banners on its walls,
And nodding plumes o’er many a brow,
That moulders on the red field now.