Download or read book The Bridal and Other Poems written by Charles Gerrard King and published by General Books. This book was released on 2012-02 with total page 102 pages. Available in PDF, EPUB and Kindle. Book excerpt: Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: ROSELMA. A SKETCH. I heard the silver tones of childish glee, The wild burst of the young heart's revelry; And issuing from the grove a joyous throng Of infant beauty came with dance and song. One stood before me: 'twas a laughing child, Her bright locks curling in profusion wild; Innocence stamp'd upon her open brow, Health beaming in her cheek's carnation's glow. There was a light within her deep-fring'd eye Which spoke an heir of immortality: Sweet was the sunny brightness of her smile Which play'd round lips devoid of guilt or guile; Fitted to waft a seraph's spotless prayer, In breathing incense on the morning air; To calm each earth-born passion, soothe the heart, And bid each dream of anguish'd grief depart. With sylphic lightness in her form of grace, And beaming beauty in her childish face. She stood a little denizen of joy. Which seven short summers could not yet destroy. She was bedeck'd with wreaths of every hue. Sought from the modest hedge-row where they grew; Each leaf impearl'd with drops of morning light, ? It seem'd, as gems had lent their radiance bright. She was the chosen queen of that young train Who warm with youth, play'd o'er the verdant plain, And as the wild breeze swept each tone along, 'Twas thus the little syren breathed her song: Oh, buy my flowers they're fresh and fair, Cull'd in the morning hour; The pride of every wreath is there, From dell, and brake, and bower. Oh, buy my flowers the primrose pale. The violet darkly blue; Casting their sweetness on the gale, This morn I've sought for you. Oh, buy my flowers each distant spot I've search'd for wreaths of light; The matchless blue Forget-me-not, The graceful poppy bright. And 'twining round my fairy wreath, The briar rose may fling. The...