O marriage-bells, your clamor tells Two weddings in one breath.
HE marries whom her love compels: — And I wed Goodman Death!
My brain is blank, my tears are red;
Listen,
O God: — "I will," he said: —And I would that I were dead.
Come groomsman Grief and bridesmaid
Come and stand with a ghastly twain.
My Bridegroom Death is come o'er the
To wed a bride with bloody tears.
Ring, ring,
O bells, full merrily:
Life-bells to her, death-bells to me:
O Death,
I am true wife to thee!
