A Mirage.
Were I thy bride, Then the whole world beside Were not too wide To hold my wealth of love Were I thy bride! Upon thy breast My loving head would rest, As on her nest The tender turtle dove Were I thy bride! This heart of mine Would be one heart with thine, And in that shrine Our happiness would dwell Were I thy bride! And all day long Our lives should be a song: No grief, no wrong Should make my heart rebel Were I thy bride! The silvery flute, The melancholy lute, Were night owl's hoot To my low-whispered coo Were I thy bride! The skylark's trill Were but discordance shrill To the soft thrill Of wooing as I'd woo Were I thy bride! The rose's sigh Were as a carrion's cry To lullaby Such as I'd sing to thee, Were I thy bride! A feather's press Were leaden heaviness To my caress. But then, unhappily, I'm not thy bride!
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"Were I thy bride,..."
This evocative piece by William Schwenck Gilbert, titled "A Mirage.", represents a masterful exploration of classic. The lines capture a profound emotional resonance... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...