Bridal Song

ROSES, their sharp spines being gone,
Not royal in their smells alone,
   But in their hue;
Maiden pinks, of odour faint,
Daisies smell-less, yet most quaint,
   And sweet thyme true;

Primrose, firstborn child of Ver;
Merry springtime's harbinger,
   With her bells dim;
Oxlips in their cradles growing,
Marigolds on death-beds blowing,
   Larks'-heels trim;

All dear Nature's children sweet
Lie 'fore bride and bridegroom's feet,
   Blessing their sense!
Not an angel of the air,
Bird melodious or bird fair,
   Be absent hence!

The crow, the slanderous cuckoo, nor
The boding raven, nor chough hoar,
   Nor chattering pye,
May on our bride-house perch or sing,
Or with them any discord bring,
   But from it fly!

by William Shakespeare

Comments (16)

May on our bride-house perch or sing. Nicely written. SYLVA-ONYEMA UBA
The eggplant is a berry
Very beaitifiul poems
A blessing poem to the wedding couple....excellent style of presentation...I like the most the way flowers and birds are used for this poem- -great work
This poem is a kind of an interment song, written four stanzas of six lines each. Shakespeare invites all the good within everything available in nature such as a rose flower into the bridal home to bless the bride and her bridegroom. shakespeare-etc.org
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