The Guessing Game

Alright, we're going to play a game. I'm going to put a poem down here, and you leave your comment saying who you think its author is.

The Bride

Come, come, my love, my life,
Come now and be my wife;
Come with your sweet, round face
Shining through with glorious grace.

Now approach the altar near—
Your clear, blue eyes shed not a tear—
Here you come, all clothed in white,
Your presence a flood of radiant light.

Here I stand and remember that day
On which we were wed, and people did say
We were the sweetest couple that ever was seen,
But now you lay there, under the green.

Twice a night I grieve for you
Three times a day I weep for you.
But weeping and grieving won't bring back that face—
So wonderful, so beautiful, all shining with grace!

Posted by Anonymous