Before The Bridal
by Bayard Taylor
Now the night is overpast,
And the mist is cleared away:
On my barren life at last
Breaks the bnght, reluctant day.
Day of payment for the wrong
I was doomed so long to bear;
Day of promise, day of song,
Day that makes the future fair!
Let me wake to bliss alone:
Let me bury every fear:
What I prayed for, is my own;
What was distant, now is near.
For the happy hour that waits
No reproachful shade shall bring,
And I hear forgiving Fates
In the happy bells that ring.
Leave the song that now is mute,
For the sweeter song begun:
Leave the blossom for the fruit,
And the rainbow for the sun!
Source:
The Poet's JournalCopyright 1863
Ticknor and Fields, Boston