Marriage Morning

Light, so low upon earth,
; You send a flash to the sun.
Here is the golden close of love,
; All my wooing is done.
Oh, the woods and the meadows,
; Woods where we hid from the wet,
Stiles where we stay'd to be kind,
; Meadows in which we met!

Light, so low in the vale
;You flash and lighten afar,
For this is the golden morning of love,
; And you are his morning start.
Flash, I am coming, I come,
; By meadow and stile and wood,
Oh, lighten into my eyes and heart,
; Into my heart and my blood!

Heart, are you great enough
; For a love that never tires?
O' heart, are you great enough for love?
; I have heard of thorns and briers,
Over the meadow and stiles,
; Over the world to the end of it
Flash for a million miles.