Excerpt from Melodies of a Modern Muse
Poets Wedding.
One morning fair, to the forest shady
I wandered forth with my sweet lady,
Unto her there I faltering said:
In this deep wood, love, let us wed.
But she made answer sweet, replying,
And all the while so gently sighing:
We cannot wed in the forest, dear,
For lo! There is no witness here.
Jack-in-the-Pulpit, that grave flower
Shall bind us, love, in his secret-bower,
And songful birds...
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