This week my husband and I celebrated our first wedding anniversary. A year ago we were running through the pouring rain into a tiny chapel in the Bavarian countryside for our quiet and lovely little ceremony. In honor of that date I’m posting the poem we had read at the opening of the ceremony. My brother read it. “Woods where we hid from the wet” – it turned out to be the perfect opening to a marriage morning in the pouring rain.
– by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Light, so low upon earth,
You send a flash to the sun.
Here is the golden close of love,
All my wooing is done.
Oh, all the woods and the meadows,
Woods, where we hid from the wet,
Stiles where we stayed to be kind,
Meadows in which we met!
Light, so low in the vale
You flash and lighten afar,
For this is the golden morning of love,
And you are his morning star.
Flash, I am coming, I come,
By meadow and stile and wood,
Oh, lighten into my eyes and my heart,
Into my heart and my blood!
Heart, are you great enough
For a love that never tires?
O heart, are you great enough for love?
I have heard of thorns and briers.
Over the thorns and briers,
Over the meadows and stiles,
Over the world to the end of it
Flash of a million miles.