Bride
Aesthetic dame, long comb brunet of a Sibyl
smiled to me; Sightly to become so pleasant!
as all church bells were ringing sounds Idyll
with her captivating wed lace to me distant.
There she was! Her blinding smile iridescent,
Incomprehensible and great, her walk pleasing,
ascending slowly of steps fifteen; her scent,
beguiling in worlds exquisite and my feelings.
Amid the clouds she should walk, to glitter,
estimable virtue promising, was her glance,
my shadow - the sun was setting an omitter,
to her uprising walk of a splendiferous dance.
Escorted by retention I saw her; face agleam,
walking grace in a flowery conceived garden,
lowering eyes; reciting my verses in a dream,
the bride walked in nave and my verses ardent.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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