English poem
THE BRIDEGROOM TO HIS BRIDE.
by Jean Ingelow
"Fairest fair, best of good. Too high for hope that stood; White star of womanhood shining apart O my liege lady, And O my one lady, And O my loved lady, come down to my heart.
"Reach me life's wine and gold, What is man's best all told, If thou thyself withhold, sweet, from thy throne? O my liege lady, And O my loved lady, And O my heart's lady, come, reign there alone."