Bridal Song

I hey ride beneath the boughs at noon,
A lord and lady bright,
And laugh to hear the cuckoo's tune
And watch the swallow's flight,
And harken to the skylark's lay
Hid in the sky's blue light...
Ah, Love has laughter for the day,
And silence for the night.
The long, long day of pleasure past,
The banquet richly dight —
The lady's eyelids droop at last
O'er eyes of chrysolite:
The brilliant pageant fades away
In chambers hushed and white,
Since Love has laughter for the day
And silence for the night.