Part from the windows the small curtains set 
Sight more than light to omit! 
Look on the general fields, how bright they lie 
Under the broad blue sky, 
Cloudless, and the beginning of t1e heat 
Does the sight half iil-treat! 
The bride hath wakene Lo! she feels her shaking 
Heart better all her waking! 
Her breasts are with fear's coldness inward clutched 
And more felt on her grown, 
That will by hands other than hers be touched 
And will find lips sucking their budded crow 
Lo! the thought of the bridegroom's hands already 
Feels her about where even her hands are shy, 
And her thoughts shrink till they become unread 
She gathers up her body and still doth li 
She vaguely lets her eyes feel openin 
In a fringed mist each thing 
Looms, and the present day is truly clear 
But to her sense of fea 
Like a hue, light lies on her lidded sight, 
And she half hates the inevitable ligh 
