The Wedding

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!