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It shall be, then, upon a summer’s day:
   The sun, my joy’s accomplice, bright shall shine,
   And add, amid your silk and satin fine,
To your dear radiance still another ray;

The heavens, like a sumptuous canopy,
   Shall shake out their blue folds to droop and trail
   About our happy brows, that shall be pale
With so much gladness, such expectancy;

And when day closes, soft shall be the air
   That in your snowy veils, caressing, plays,
   And with soft-smiling eyes the stars shall gaze
Benignantly upon the wedded pair.