Were I Thy Bride, Then The Whole World Beside Were Not Too Wide To Hold My Wealth Of Love Were I Thy Bride! Upon Thy Breast My Loving Head Would Rest, As On Her Nest The Tender Turtle Dove Were I Thy Bride! This Heart Of Mine Would Be One Heart With Thine, And In That Shrine Our Happiness Would Dwell Were I Thy Bride! And All Day Long Our Lives Should Be A Song: No Grief, No Wrong Should Make My Heart Rebel Were I Thy Bride! The Silvery Flute, The Melancholy Lute, Were Night Owl'S Hoot To My Low-Whispered Coo Were I Thy Bride! The Skylark'S Trill Were But Discordance Shrill To The Soft Thrill Of Wooing As I'd Woo Were I Thy Bride! The Rose'S Sigh Were As A Carrion'S Cry To Lullaby Such As I'd Sing To Thee, Were I Thy Bride! A Feather'S Press Were Leaden Heaviness To My Caress. But Then, Unhappily, I'm Not Thy Bride!