| Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867. | | | | “Rise, said the Master, come unto the feast” | | By Henry Alford (1810–1871) |
| | | RISE, said the Master, come unto the feast: | |
| She heard the call, and rose with willing feet; | |
| But thinking it not otherwise than meet | |
| For such a bidding to put on her best, | |
| She is gone from us for a few short hours | 5 |
| Into her bridal closet, there to wait | |
| For the unfolding of the palace gate | |
| That gives her entrance to the blissful bowers. | |
| We have not seen her yet, though we have been | |
| Full often to her chamber door, and oft | 10 |
| Have listened underneath the postern green, | |
| And laid fresh flowers, and whispered short and soft: | |
| But she hath made no answer; and the day | |
| From the clear west is fading fast away. | | | | |
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