Love
Bride Song
From The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse (1912)
Love
Who is this that cometh up not alone
From the fiery-flying-serpent wilderness,
Leaning upon her own Beloved One:
Who is this?
Lo, the King of kings' daughter, a high princess.
Going home as bride to her Husband's Throne,
Virgin queen in perfected loveliness.
Her eyes a dove's eyes and her voice a dove's moan,
She shows like a full moon for heavenliness:
Eager saints and angels ask in Heaven's zone,
Who is this?
Cite this poem
MLA
Rossetti, Christina. “Bride Song.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/rossetti_c/358/.
Chicago
Rossetti, Christina. “Bride Song.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/rossetti_c/358/.
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