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<h2> THE BRIDE </h2>
<p>A ship at sea; a port to anchor in;<br/>
Not far a starry light upon the shore.<br/>
The sheeted lightning, like a golden door,<br/>
Swings to and fro to let earth-angels in.<br/>
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Most bravely has she sailed o’er every sea,<br/>
Withstood the storm-rack, spurned the sullen reef;<br/>
Cherished her strength; and held her guerdon fief<br/>
To him who saith, “My ship comes back to me!<br/>
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Behold, I sent her forth a stately thing,<br/>
To be my messenger to farthest lands,<br/>
To Fortunate Isles, and where the silver sands<br/>
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Girdle a summer sea; that she might bring<br/>
My bride, who wist not that I loved her so—<br/>
This is no bitter day for me, I trow!”<br/></p>
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