The ring is on my hand,
And the wreath is on my brow;
Satin 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 rang as a knell,
And the voice seemed his who fell
In the battle down the dell,

And who is happy now.

But he spoke to re-assure me,

And he kissed my pallid brow,
While a reverie came o'er me,
And to the church-yard bore me,

And I sighed to him before me,
Thinking him dead D'Elormie,
"Oh, I am happy now!"


And thus the words were spoken,
And this the plighted vow,

And, though my faith be broken,
And, though my heart be broken,
Here is a ring, as token

That I am happy now!

Would God I could awaken!

For I dream I know not how!
And my soul is sorely shaken
Lest an evil step be taken, -

Lest the dead who is forsaken
May not be happy now.