The Bridal Morn Poem by Anonymous British

The Bridal Morn



The maidens came
When I was in my mother's bower;
I had all that I would.
The bailey beareth the bell away
The lily, the rose, the rose I lay.

The silver is white, red is the gold;
The robes they lay in fold.
The bailey beareth the bell away;
The lily, the rose, the rose I lay.

And thro the glass window shines the sun.
How should I love, and I so young?
The bailey beareth the bell away;
The lily, the rose, the rose I lay.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Warren 27 August 2022

This is the first poem in a collection of English poetry that I have (Penguin Classics Penguin English Verse Volume 1, The 16th Century Wyatt to Shakespeare.

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Warren 27 August 2022

This was posted by mistake. Please delete it.

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Warren 27 August 2022

This was posted my mistake. I had not finished, and it should be removed.

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