Gold Vs Love
Shake out the billowy silk,
Unfold the dainty lace.
Place buds upon the gold of her hair,
Just over her flower-like face.
Fasten those gems on her arms,
And these in her shell-like ears.
But heed not the mist o’er her eyes,
Which is gemming their blue with tears.
Trail the gauzy bridal veil,
‘Till it cov’rs her tear-wet eyes,
But forget her proud mouth’s quiver
And her passion of stifled sighs.
For out of the starlit past,
Into the gloaming of now,
From the dull rust of by-gone years,
Comes a face-and a broken vow.
But love and a handsome face
Are just a dream of the past,
While money and title and land
Are the things that count-and that last.
Then bring forth the gray-haired groom,
So wrinkled and so old,
And forget that the tearful bride
Has bartered herself for gold.
Yes, bring forth the gray-haired groom,
And forget the sweet, dead past,
For money and title and land
Are the things that give one cast.
written by Mabel Bainbridge Crist (mother of composer L Bainbridge Crist)
originally published in the “Cincinatti Enquirer”
Fort Worth Gazette (Fort Worth, Texas)
on Tuesday, February 12, 1889
Lovingly retrieved and rewritten (no edits)
photo by maxoidos