| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | My Wedding | | By Leon Herald |
| | From “A Trifoliate”
MY adopted little sister-dreams, | |
| As soon as they heard | |
| The wedding news of their brother, | |
| Shouted: “Brother, our brother, | |
| You have cared for and sustained us | 5 |
| All our painful lives. | |
| For this hour we have been waiting, | |
| The hour of our culmination. | |
| Brother, you were betrothed when you were born.” | |
| Then they danced alone to the garden | 10 |
| To gather star-daisies. | |
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| Now comes the lady of my heart | |
| In her purple-bordered, lightning-colored gown. | |
| The maiden Day, in whom I breathe, comes | |
| With the sun-bouquet at her breast; | 15 |
| Led by my sister-dreams, the maids of honor. | |
| And Life, the best man, leads me to her. | |
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| The pagan musicians Ocean and Wind! | |
| Ocean the pianist, with jeweled and manicured fingers, | |
| Thunders and pounds the wide-ranged key-board of the shore; | 20 |
| And the Wind, with hair unbound, | |
| Holding the violin-woods under her chin, | |
| Thrills my bride and her maids of honor, | |
| And Life my best man, | |
| And me. | 25 | | | |
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