While the organ’s billowy melodies breathed a welcome to the bride.
The princely train came slowly in, for Uriel’s satin feet
Fell fainter on the pavement than the snow-flake on the stream,
As she walked, in silence, by her groom, like a vision in a dream.
But when she reached the altar, grandly, and like a sun,
Shone out the marvelous brightness of her supernatural eyes
So vividly, the aged priest stepped back in mute surprise!
But the groom—his eyes shone brighter still, like lightning in the night.
As he motioned to the monk to expedite the rite;
But Uriel’s cheek grew pale again, and her eyes became less bright.