The night strews on and the crickets weep
And the wine puts wild men to sleep
Pale in shadows the bride but waits
To slip away from the world she hates
...
There's grief and a forgotten tear
Settled in our brows marked by fear
But I'd love you Ann evermore
As this woeful day draws near
...
I can wait no more to find my love
That wrangles the moon to come ashore
So instead I walk a little too
To leave the longings in throes of yore
...
Grandeur is less a word
More an unfathomable feeling
When I look at you
Rising above the floating clouds
...
The Eloping Bride
The night strews on and the crickets weep
And the wine puts wild men to sleep
Pale in shadows the bride but waits
To slip away from the world she hates
At the stroke of the divine midnight
Stealthily with her intimate sprite
Landing soft upon the crumpled leaves
There she runs like those rugged thieves
From far away she looks behind
Waving a teary goodbye in her mind
Her hands clasped tight with her love
They breeze through the thickened grove
Smiling how at the rancorous call
Love triumphs above us all
The blooming moon upon the sinewy tides
Whisper the news of such eloping brides
In the half eyed wakefulness in time
Neath the stars dancing at the joyous crime
Distancing her away from where none can see
What God is her love that sets her free.