Nuptial Night

Hush! and again the chatter of the starling
        Athwart the lawn!
Lean your head close and closer. O my darling!--
        It is the dawn.
Dawn in the dusk of her dream,
        Dream in the hush of her bosom, unclose!
Bathed in the eye-bright beam,
        Blush to her cheek, be a blossom, a rose!

Go, nuptial night! the floor of Ocean tressing
        With moon and star;
With benediction go and breathe thy blessing
        On coasts afar.

Hark! the theorbos thrum
        O'er the arch'd wave that in white smother booms
"Mother of Mystery, come!
        Fain for thee wait other brides, other grooms!"

Go, nuptial night, my breast of hers bereaving!
        Yet, O, tread soft!
Grow day, blithe day, the mountain shoulder heaving
        More gold aloft!
Gold, rose, bird of the dawn,
        All to her balcony gather unseen--
Thrill through the curtain drawn,
        Bless her, bedeck her, and bathe her, my Queen!

Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch

Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch, born on November 21, 1863, and died on May 12, 1944, was a Cornish writer, who published under the pen name Q. His legacy includes a vast body of critical and anthological work, most notably 'The Oxford Book of English Verse 1250–1900'. Quiller-Couch was knighted in 1910 and also served as a professor of English at the University of Cambridge. His works have influenced many, including writers like Virginia Woolf.

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That was the sound of the wicket!
That was the latch as it rose!
    No--the wind that through the thicket
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Put on thy beauty, foliage-vaulted roof,
Her to receive: with silent welcome grace her;
Ye branches build a shadowy room, eye-proof,
With lovely night and stillness to embrace her,
Ye airs caressing, wake, nor keep aloof,
In sport and gambol turning still to face her,
As, with its load of beauty, lightly borne,
Glides in the fairy foot, and dawns my morn.

What is that rustling the hedges?
She, with her hurrying pace?
    No, a bird among the sedges,
    Startled from its hiding-place!

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