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Text: Edgar Allan Poe, "Bridal Ballad" (B), Saturday Evening Post (Philadelphia, PA), July 31, 1837, p. 1, col. 1

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Written for the Saturday Evening Post.



The ring is on my hand,
    And the wreath is on my brow;
Satins and jewels grand
Are all at my command,
    And I am happy now.

He has loved me long and well,
    But, when he breathed his vow,
I felt my bosom swell,
For the words rang like a knell,
And the voice seemed his who fell
In the battle down the dell,
    And who is happy now.

But he spoke to re-asure me,
    And he kissed my pallid brow,
While a reverie came o're me,
And to the church-yard bore me,
And I sighed to him before me,
Thinking him dead D'Elormie,
    "Oh, I am happy now!"

It was spoken — it was spoken —
    Quick they registered the vow;
And though my faith be broken,
And though my heart be broken
Behold the golden token
    That proves me happy now.

Would God I could awaken!
    For I dream, I know not how,
And my soul is sorely shaken
Lest an evil step be taken,
And the dead who is forsaken
    May not be happy now.



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