A Bride Song takes draws us into the joy of being in love and how a woman feels as she's ready to marry her true love.
A Bride Song by Christina Rossetti
Through the vales to my love! To the happy small nest of home Green from basement to roof; Where the honey-bees come To the window-sill flowers, And dive from above, Safe from the spider that weaves Her warp and her woof In some outermost leaves.
Through the vales to my love! In sweet April hours All rainbows and showers, While dove answers dove,-- In beautiful May, When the orchards are tender And frothing with flowers,-- In opulent June, When the wheat stands up slender By sweet-smelling hay, And half the sun's splendour Descends to the moon.
Through the vales to my love! Where the turf is so soft to the feet, And the thyme makes it sweet, And the stately foxglove Hangs silent its exquisite bells; And where water wells The greenness grows greener, And bulrushes stand Round a lily to screen her.
Nevertheless, if this land, Like a garden to smell and to sight, Were turned to a desert of sand, Stripped bare of delight, All its best gone to worst, For my feet no repose, No water to comfort my thirst, And heaven like a furnace above,-- The desert would be As gushing of waters to me, The wilderness be as a rose, If it led me to thee, O my love!
~Christina Rossetti (1830 - 1894)
Rossetti was an English poet who came by her writing ability quite naturally. Her brothers were: Dante Gabriel Rossetti--an English poet, illustrator, painter, and translator; and William Michael Rossetti--a poet and a critic.
Her sister, Maria Francesca Rossetti, was an English author, while her father, Gabriele Rossetti, was an Italian poet and scholar. Christina Rossetti began writing at the tender age of 7, but she was 31 before her first work--Goblin Market and Other Poems (1862)--was published.