From the glad feast, sits love in dread
Lest guests disturb, in wanton play,
The silence of the bridal bed.
His torch's pale flame serves to gild
The scene with mystic sacred glow;
The room with incense clouds is fil'd,
That ye may perfect rapture know.
How beats thy heart, when thou dost hear
The chime that warns thy guests to fly!
How glow'st thou for those lips so dear,
That soon are mute, and nought deny!
With her into the holy place
Thou hast'nest then, to perfect all;
The fire the warder's hands embrace,
Grows, like a night light, dim and small.
How heaves her bosom, and how burns
Her face at every fervent kiss!
Her coldness now to trembling turns,
Thy daring now a duty is.
Love helps thee to undress her fast,
But thou art twice as fast as he;
And then he shuts both eye at last,
With sly and roguish modesty.
- Poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
The day after that wedding night I found
that a distance of a thousand miles,
abyss and discovery and irremediable
metamorphosis, separated me from the day before.
- Quote by Sidonie Gabrielle Claudine Colette
Think not because you are now wed
That all your courtship's at an end.
- Quote by Antonio Hurtado de Mendoza
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