Awaking, on my nuptial wreath
XIV.
High on the hills the nuptial feast was spread:
Descending, choir to choir the maidens sang,
“Safe to her home our beauteous bride is led,”
While, each to each, the darkening ledges rang.
From vale and plain came up the revellers' shout:
Maidens with maidens danced, and men with men;
Till, one by one, the festal fires burned out
By lonely waters. There was silence then.