The Bride cometh
B. Burrows
The turtle-dove dwells in the magpie's nest.
One cometh as a bride to be caressed;
A hundred carriages have gone in quest.
The magpie's home the young dove hath possessed.
This lady cometh as a life-long guest;
A hundred chariots on the road have pressed.
The turtle-dove shall fill the magpie's nest.
She travels far from home to love and rest;
A hundred carriages her rank attest.