Wedding of the Leaves

I am wed to the trees with their waving arms,
And the bright bridal dance of the lilies at dawn;
I am the bride, the sun is my groom,
And the stars are my maids and ushers.
I thought, long ago, I loved man on earth,
I lived for his life and I thanked for his birth,
And I gloried in youth's untiring bloom,
When we both rushed through love with her mercies.
But now, I have found that the trees are more kind,
And the birds sweeter now than my love which was blind,
And the pastoral fold of my vows in the leaves,
Has given me comfort for the past that I grieve.