THE BRIDAL.

THE BRIDAL.
L. M. Montgomery
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Last night a pale young Moon was wed
Unto the amorous, eager Sea;
Her maiden veil of mist she wore,
His kingly purple vesture, he.

With her a bridal train of stars
Walked sisterly through shadows dim,
And, master-minstrel of the world,
The great Wind sang the marriage-hymn.

Thus came she down the silent sky
Onto the Sea her faith to plight,
And the grave priest who wedded them
Was ancient, sombre-mantled Night.