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Now sign your names, which shall be read
Begins the clash and clang that tells
The joy to every wandering breeze ; The blind wall rocks, and on the trees The dead leaf trembles to the bells.
O happy hour! and happier hours
Await them. Many a merry face
Salutes them, maidens of the place,
With him to whom her hand I gave.
They leave the porch, they pass the grave
That has to-day its sunny side.
To-day the grave is bright for me,
For them the light of life increased Who stay to share the morning feast, Who rest to-night beside the sea.
Let all my genial spirits advance
It circles round, and fancy plays,
And hearts are warmed and faces bloom, As drinking health to bride and groom, We wish them store of happy days.
Nor count me all to blame if I
Conjecture of a stiller guest, Perchance, perchance, among the rest, And, though in silence, wishing joy.
But they must go; the time draws on,
A shade falls on us like the dark
From little cloudlets on the grass, But sweeps away as out we pass To range the woods, to roam the park,
Discussing how their courtship grew,
And talk of others that are wed,
Again the feast, the speech, the glee,
The shade of passing thought, the wealth Of words and wit, the double health, The crowning cup, the three times three,
And last the dance; - till I retire:
Dumb is that tower which spake so loud, And high in heaven the streaming cloud, And on the downs a rising fire:
And rise, oh moon, from yonder down,
The white-faced halls, the glancing rills,
And touch with shade the bridal doors,
By which they rest, and ocean sounds,
And, moved through life of lower phase,
Of those that, eye to eye, shall look
On knowledge; under whose command Is Earth and Earth's, and in their hand Is Nature like an open book;
No longer half-akin to brute,
For all we thought and loved and did,
Of what in them is flower and fruit;