English poem
THE BRIDE.
by Ambrose Bierce (1842–1914)
"You know, my friends, with what a brave carouse I made a second marriage in my house— Divorced old barren Reason from my bed And took the Daughter of the Vine to spouse."
So sang the Lord of Poets. In a gleam Of light that made her like an angel seem, The Daughter of the Vine said: "I myself Am Reason, and the Other was a Dream."