Lyric Poem · Nature
A Bridal Song
1The golden gates of Sleep unbar
2Where Strength and Beauty, met together,
3Kindle their image like a star
4In a sea of glassy weather!
5Night, with all thy stars look down, —
6Darkness, weep thy holiest dew, —
7Never smiled the inconstant moon
8On a pair so true.
9Let eyes not see their own delight; —
10Haste, swift Hour, and thy flight
11Oft renew.
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Quick facts
- Poem
- A Bridal Song
- Poet
- Percy Bysshe Shelley
- Length
- 18 lines
- Form
- Lyric Poem
- Themes
- Nature, Peace, Sad
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- Shape
- 18 lines · 2 stanzas of 7–11 lines
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- Author record
- Percy Bysshe Shelley1792–1822
- Source record
- PoetryDBA Bridal Song by percy-bysshe-shelley, PoetryDB transcription
- Display decision
- Full text · United States · reviewed 2026-07-18
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