The Bride

I     Though other eyes were turned to him,     He turned to look in mine;     Though others filled the cup abrim,     He might not taste the wine.     I am so glad my eyes were first     In which his own might sink;     I am so glad he went athirst     Until I bade him drink.     II     The Well-Belovd took my hand     And led me to his fair abode,     The home that Love and he had planned.     (Strange that so well I knew the road.)     And through the open door we went,     And at our feet the hearth-light fell,     And I--I laughed in all content,     Seeing I knew the place so well.     Ah, to no stranger Love displayed     Its every nook, its every grace,     This was the House of Dreams I made     Long, long before I saw his face.     III     I jested over-much in days of old,     I looked on sorrow once and did not care,     Now Love hath crowned my head with very gold,     I will be worthy of the joy I wear.     There is not one a-hungered or a-cold     Shall seek my door but that he too shall share     Something of this vast happiness I hold;     I will be worthy of the joy I wear.     For I was hungered and Love spread the feast,     Cold--and He touched my heart and warmed it there,     Yea, crowned me Queen--I neediest of His least,     I will be worthy of the joy I wear.