by Edgar Allan Poe 
  (1837) 
The ring is on my hand,
  And the wreath is on my brow;
  Satin 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 er 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!
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.
  -- THE END --