| Автор: | Киплинг Д. Р. |
| Категория: | Стихотворение |
THE BRIDEGROOM
| Call me not false, beloved, |
| If, from thy scarce-known breast |
| So little time removed, |
| In other arms I rest. |
| For this more ancient bride, |
| Whom coldly I embrace, |
| Was constant at my side |
| Before I saw thy face. |
| Our marriage, often set - |
| By miracle delayed - |
| At last is consummate, |
| And cannot be unmade. |
| Almost, of Memory, |
| And leave us to endure |
| Its immortality. |