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O soul of mine look out and see	A
My bride my bride that is to be	A
Reach out with mad impatient hands	B
And draw aside futurity	C
As one might draw a veil aside	C
And so unveil her where she stands	B
Madonna like and glorified	C
The queen of undiscovered lands	B
Of love to where she beckons me	A
My bride my bride that is to be	A
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The shadow of a willow tree	A
That wavers on a garden wall	D
In summertime may never fall	D
In attitude as gracefully	A
As my fair bride that is to be	A
Nor ever Autumn's leaves of brown	E
As lightly flutter to the lawn	F
As fall her fairy feet upon	G
The path of love she loiters down	E
O'er drops of dew she walks and yet	C
Not one may stain her sandal wet	C
Aye she might dance upon the way	H
Nor crush a single drop to spray	H
So airy like she seems to me	A
My bride my bride that is to be	A
	-
I know not if her eyes are light	C
As summer skies or dark as night	C
I only know that they are dim	I
With mystery In vain I peer	J
To make their hidden meaning clear	J
While o'er their surface like a tear	K
That ripples to the silken brim	I
A look of longing seems to swim	I
All worn and wearylike to me	A
And then as suddenly my sight	C
Is blinded with a smile so bright	C
Through folded lids I still may see	A
My bride my bride that is to be	A
	-
Her face is like a night of June	L
Upon whose brow the crescent moon	L
Hangs pendant in a diadem	M
Of stars with envy lighting them	M
And like a wild cascade her hair	K
Floods neck and shoulder arm and wrist	C
Till only through a gleaming mist	C
I seem to see a siren there	K
With lips of love and melody	A
And open arms and heaving breast	C
Wherein I fling myself to rest	C
The while my heart cries hopelessly	A
For my fair bride that is to be	A
	-
Nay foolish heart and blinded eyes	N
My bride hath need of no disguise	N
But rather let her come to me	A
In such a form as bent above	O
My pillow when in infancy	A
I knew not anything but love	O
O let her come from out the lands	B
Of Womanhood not fairy isles	P
And let her come with Woman's hands	B
And Woman's eyes of tears and smiles	P
With Woman's hopefulness and grace	Q
Of patience lighting up her face	Q
And let her diadem be wrought	C
Of kindly deed and prayerful thought	C
That ever over all distress	R
May beam the light of cheerfulness	R
And let her feet be brave to fare	K
The labyrinths of doubt and care	K
That following my own may find	C
The path to Heaven God designed	C
O let her come like this to me	A
My bride my bride that is to be	A

James Whitcomb Riley

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