A gallant, handsome gentleman
Atop his noble steed,
Presses onward oh so hastily
Toward his bride this summer’s eve.

The reins he handles deftly,
Surveying distance with a sigh,
The picture of a beauty
Most prominent in mind’s eye.

The girl peers out her window
Through eyes a jaded green,
Under long dark locks abounding
On a face with natural gleam.

Her husband she longs for awfully,
For his figure with all her might.
She bids him ride still closer,
A shining star in her dark night.

He onward moves and always looks
For the one he’s come to love,
The precious one, his lovely gift,
Surely sent down from above.

But separated they are now,
This gentleman and his bride,
Coming together for a moment,
Then parting with turn of tide.

He rides on every morning
And returns in deep of night
His bride is always waiting,
This her sad part in life.

Her husband she loves dearly,
And he she strives to please.
She waits for him, shedding tears,
But is never drowned in grief.

Thus a sad tale, yet true it is,
For a young couple in love,
But duty calls and curses fall
With but one end to the woe-

For with the night he shall return
This gentleman on his steed,
For a night spent with his beauty
And with this both are pleased