What now of love, adorned with golden rings,
Sweet vows o’er seen and blessed by reverent tongue,
Proud ears convened to hear gods’ oath there ring,
Consecrated thus in raptured song;
Celestial light, the matrimonial sun
Soars over mountain and engulfs the land
Bestowing glorious dreams of two as one,
Crowned purpose sure forever there to stand.
But rings of gold can dull, debased by time
And lofty pledge may fall on deafened ears,
Sung hymns may lose tune, timbre, pace and rhyme
And effervescent smiles condense to tears.
The course of love lies oft beyond our will;
To hold that sacred cup, and never spill.
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