A Bride Song Christina Rossetti

Through the vales to my love!
        To the happy small nest of home
Green from basement to roof;
         Where the honey-bees come
To the window-sill flowers,
        And dive from above,
Safe from the spider that weaves
         Her warp and her woof
In some outermost leaves.

Through the vales to my love!
        In sweet April hours
        All rainbows and showers,
While dove answers dove,--
         In beautiful May,
When the orchards are tender
         And frothing with flowers,--
         In opulent June,
When the wheat stands up slender
         By sweet-smelling hay,
And half the sun's splendour
         Descends to the moon.

Through the vales to my love!
         Where the turf is so soft to the feet,
        And the thyme makes it sweet,
And the stately foxglove
         Hangs silent its exquisite bells;
         And where water wells
The greenness grows greener,
         And bulrushes stand
Round a lily to screen her.