A SOLEMN thing it was,
To see a woman white as can be,
And wear, under forbidden bells of melody,
Her hallowed gown of mystery.
Such a timid thing to drop a life,
Into the wedding's well;
A well so bottomless, that it shall return -
Eternity until.
May 13, 2016
May 13, 2016 at 7:14 PM UTC
A SOLEMN thing it was,
To see a woman white as can be,
And wear, under forbidden bells of melody,
Her hallowed gown of mystery.
Such a timid thing to drop a life,
Into the wedding's well;
A well so bottomless, that it shall return -
Eternity until.
Poem about arranged marriage. Because.
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