They clothed me all in gown of white
And led me to the bower
The newest bride in all the land
Well met of face and dower

I trembl’d in the dark’ning night
A-waiting of the hour
The groom, unto the bridal bed
Would take one part my dower

And down the hall the voices cried
Good hail, and health to thee!
An escort of his noble friends
Who bring him here to me

I curl ‘neath the coverlet
An’ fear encompass me:
I know not, ‘pon the morrow’s light,
What fate I’ll chance to see

He’s stripped him bare, and lain him down
And twine’d himself within
He’s held me close, and spake me kind
My ‘fections well to win

Then gently did the touches flow,
The kisses, close and dear
Which press’d aside the maiden’s - gate
And chased away all fear

The shadows ‘pon the bower wall
Where candle cast were thrown
Were mirrors of the passion’s rise
The new bud, fully blown

And in the time of quietude
Which after did reside
We lay well spent, and well content
New husband, and new bride