Procession of the Bride

Lyrics
Lo! where she comes along with portly pace Like Phoebe from her chamber of the east Arising forth to run her mighty race Clad all in white, that seems a virgin best So well it her beseems that ye would ween Some angel she had been Her long loose yellow locks like golden wire Sprinkled with pearl, and pearling flowers atween Do like a golden mantle her attire And being crowned with a garland green Seem like some maidеn Queen Tell me ye mеrchants' daughters did ye see So fair a creature in your town before So sweet, so lovely, and so mild as she Adorned with beauty's grace and virtue's store?
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Credits
- Writers
- Edmund Spenser
- Ralph Vaughan Williams