"Song"
by Edgar Allan Poe
I SAW thee on thy bridal day;
When a burning blush came o'er thee,
Though happiness around thee lay,
The world all love before thee:
(Whatever it might be)
Was all on Earth my aching sight
Of Loveliness could see.
That blush, perhaps, was maiden shame -
As such it well may pass -
Though its glow hath raised a fiercer flame
In the breast of him, alas!
Who saw thee on that bridal day,
When that deep blush would come o'er thee,
Though happiness around thee lay,
