Classic Poem

O marriage-bells, your clamor tells
Two weddings in one breath.
She marries whom her love compels:
— And I wed Goodman Death!
My brain is blank, my tears are red;
Listen, O God: — " I will, " he said: —
And I would that I were dead.

Come Groomsman Grief and Bridesmaid Pain:
Come and stand with a ghastly twain.
My Bridegroom Death is come o'er the meres
To wed a Bride with bloody tears.
Ring, ring, O Bells, full merrily:
Life-bells to her , death-bells to me:
O Death, I am true wife to thee!