The ring is on my hand,

And the wreath is on my brow;

Satins and jewels grand

Are all at my command,

And I am happy now.

 

And my lord he loves me well;

But, when first he breathed his vow,

I felt my bosom swell —

For the words rang as a knell,

And the voice seemed his who fell

In the battle down the dell,

And who is happy now.

 

But he spoke to re-assure me,

And he kissed my pallid brow,

While a reverie came o’re me,

And to the church-yard bore me,

And I sighed to him before me,

(Thinking him dead D’Elormie,)

“Oh, I am happy now!”

 

And thus the words were spoken,

And this the plighted vow;

And, though my faith be broken,

And, though my heart be broken,

Here is a ring, as token

That I am happy now! —

Behold the golden token

That proves me happy now!

 

Would God I could awaken!

For I dream I know not how,

And my soul is sorely shaken

Lest an evil step be taken, —

Lest the dead who is forsaken

May not be happy now.