Bohemian legends and other poems — The Wedding

She stands near to the altar—

Her eyes are filled with tears.

The old priest weds the stripling

Unto the girl she fears.

Draw her kerchief low, I pray—

Hide her red eyes weeping;

Sobbing as if heart should break,

She looks on his wedding.

Wrap a garment round her head—

Head that ached so madly.

Ah, alas! they bear her forth,

From the wedding sadly.