9 posts tagged “wedding”

ENT: When Spring unfolds the beechen leaf, and sap is in the bough;
When light is on the wild-wood stream, and wind is on the brow;
When stride is long, and breath is deep, and keen the mountain-air,
Come back to me! Come back to me, and say my land is fair!
ENTWIFE.: When Spring is come to garth and field, and corn is in the blade;
When blossom like a shining snow is on the orchard laid;
When shower and Sun upon the Earth with fragrance fill the air,
I*ll linger here, and will not come, because my land is fair.
ENT.: When Summer lies upon the world, and in a noon of gold
Beneath the roof of sleeping leaves the dreams of trees unfold;
When woodland halls are green and cool, and wind is in the West,
Come back to me! Come back to me, and say my land is best!
ENTWIFE. : When Summer warms the hanging fruit and burns the berry brown;
When straw is gold, and ear is white, and harvest comes to town;
When honey spills, and apple swells, though wind be in the West,
I*ll linger here beneath the Sun, because my land is best!
ENT.: When Winter comes, the winter wild that hill and wood shall slay;
When trees shall fall and starless night devour the sunless day;
When wind is in the deadly East, then in the bitter rain
I*ll look for thee, and call to thee; I*ll come to thee again!
ENTWIFE : When Winter comes, and singing ends; when darkness falls at last;
When broken is the barren bough, and light and labour past;
I*ll look for thee, and wait for thee, until we meet again:
Together we will tkae the road beneath the bitter rain!
BOTH : Together we will take the road that leads into the West,
And far away will find a land where both our hearts may rest.

4lb of love
1/2lb of sweet temper
1lb of butter of youth
1lb of blindness of faults
1lb of pounded wit
1lb of good humour
2lbs of sweet argument
1 pint of rippling laughter
1 wine glass of common sense
A dash of modesty
Put the love, good looks and a sweet temper into a well-furnished house. Beat the butter of youth into a cream and mix well together with the blindness of faults. Stir the pounded wit and good humour into the sweet argument, then add the rippling laughter and common sense. Work the whole together until everything is well mixed and bake gentle for ever.

We are today still dizzy with the astonishment of love.
We are surrounded by affection - by smiles and kindliness,
by flowers and music and gifts and celebration.
Yet they enclose a silence
where we are close with one another.
My eyes see only you.
I hear nothing but the words
we speak to one another
This is the day we start out life together.
This is our new beginning.

To my bride, I give you my heart
Sharing love each day, from the very start.
To my bride, I give you my kiss
Filling each day with joy and bliss.
To my bride I give you my being
To love, to play, to work and to sing
To my bride I give you my mind
Learning each day to be more kind.
To my bride I give you my soul
Growing together to be more whole.
To my bride I give you my life
Rejoicing each day that you are my wife.

Behold while she before the altar stands,
Hearing the holy priest that to her speaks
And blesseth her with his two happy hands,
How the red roses flush up her cheeks,
And the pure snow with goodly vermeil stain
Like crimson dyed in grain;
That even the angels which continually
About the sacred altar do remain
Forget their service and about her fly
Oft peeping in her face, that seems more fair
The more they on it stare

This girl all in white
Is my crystal of light
Kissed by heaven to earth in a dancing gift
Of a bride in her freshness, whom youth and love lift
With two sunbeams for bridesmaids
Their father's delight
I have married my bride
In a ring of green fields
Round a church in a hill where all nature's her dress...

Three o'clock on the following afternoon found Harry, Ron, Fred and George standing outside the great, white marquee in the orchard, awaiting the arrival of the wedding guests. Harry had taken a large dose of Polyjuice Potion and was now the double of a redheaded muggle boy from the local village. The plan was to introduce Harry as 'Cousin barny' and trust to the great number of Weasley relatives to camouflage him.
All four of them were clutching seating plans, so that they could help show people to the right seats. A host of white-robed waiters had arrived an hour earlier, along with a golden-jacketed band and all of these wizards were currently sitting a short distant away under a tree Harry could see a blue haze of pipe smoke issuing from the spot.
Behind Harry, the entrance to the marquee revealed rows and rows of fragile gold chairs set either side of a long, purple carpet. The supporting poles were entwined with white and gold flowers. Fred and George had fastened an enormous bunch of golden balloons over the exact point where Bill and Fleur would shortly become husband and wife.
'When I get married,' said Fred, tugging at the collar of his dress robes, 'I won't be bothered with any of this nonsense. You can all wear what you like, and I'll put a full Body-bind curse on Mum until it's all over.'
Brightly coloured figures were appearing, one by one, out of nowhere at the distant boundary of the yard. Within minutes a procession had formed, which began to snake its way up through the garden towards the marquee. Exotic flowers and bewitched birds fluttered on the wiches' hats, while precious gems glitteed from many of the wizards' cravats, a hum of excited chatter grew louder and louder, drowning the sound of the bees as the crowd filled the tent.
There was a sense of jittery anticipation, the general murmuring broken by occasional spurts of excited laughter.
Mr and Mrs Weasley strolled up the aisle, smiling and waving at relatives - Mrs Weasley was wearing a brand new set of amethyst-coloured robes with a matching hat.
A moment later Bill and Charlie stood up at the front of the marquee. Fred wolf-whistled and there was an outbreak of giggling from the Veela cousins.
Then the crowd fell silent as music swelled, from what seemed to be the golden balloons.
'Ooooh!' said Hermione, swivelling round in her seat to look at the entrance.
A great collective sigh issued from the assembled witches and wizards as Monsieur Delacour and Fleur came walking up the aisle, Fleur gliding, Monsieur Delacour bouncing and beaming. Fleur was wearing a very simple white dress and seemed to be emitting a strong, silvery glow that seemed to beautify everybody it fell upon.
'Ladies and gentlemen,' said a small tufty-haired wizard. 'We are gathered here today to celebrate the union of two faithful souls...
'Do you William Arthur, take Fleur Isabelle...'
In the front row, Mrs Weasley and Madame Delacour were both sobbing quietly into scraps of lace. Trumpet-like sounds from the back of the marquee told everyone that Hagrid had taken out one of his own tablecloth-sized handkerchiefs. Hermione turned and beamed at Harry - her eyes, too, were full of tears.
'... then I declare you bonded for life.'
The tufty-haired wizard raised his wand high over the heads of Bill and Fleur and a shower of silver stars fell upon them, spiralling around their now entwined figures.
As Fred and George led a round of applause the golden balloons overhead burst - birds of paradise and tiny golden bells flew and floated out of them, adding their songs and chimes to the din.

The book of love is long and boring; no one can lift the damn thing
It's full of charts and facts and figures and instructions for dancing.
But I, I love it when you read to me and you, you can read me anything.
The book of love has music in it, in fact that's where music comes from.
Some of it is just transcendental, some of it is just really dumb, but I,
I love it when you sing to me and you, you can sing me anything.
The book of love is long and boring, and written very long ago.
It's full of flowers and heart-shaped boxes, and things we're all
too young to know,
but I, I love it when you give me things
and you, you ought to give me wedding rings.
I, I love it when you give me things
and you, you ought to give me wedding rings.

Now in midsummer a wedding. Attend.
Applaud. The music must be played lightly,
Quietly, at first, like July birdsongs
Hidden in thickets, like sun drying out
The mornings, like grass browsing, dreaming.
Then the words: this man, protecting, serving,
Believing; and this woman, favoring,
Giving, hoping. This family arriving.

Let the music accentuate, arise, float.
Dearly beloved, very dearly beloved,
This act praises and extends us all, as if,
In the afternoon airs, we are all made
Family, as if we are all sun, grass, dreaming.
Now, bells, astound! Ring out aloud, aloft!