English poem
Bride.
by John Oxenham
"Life was sweet before Love found her, In his faery bowers. Life is sweeter, And completer, Since he found her, There, and crowned her With his fadeless flowers."
Bridegroom. "Love sought long before he found her, Ne'er was love like ours! Long he sought her, E'er he caught her. But he found her There, and bound her With his fadeless flowers."
"Gaily sporting, Pleasure courting, Nought know we of care or sorrow. We are free As sun and sea, What care we what comes to-morrow?"