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!—
Behold the golden token
        That proves me 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.