Bridal-Ballad....a poem by Poe.

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 ran as a knell,
And the voice seemed his who fell
In the battle down the dell,
And who is happy now.