Ralph Vaughan Williams - Wedding Chorus lyrics

See the chariot at hand here of love Wherein my lady rideth Each that draws is a swan or a dove And well the car Love guideth; As she goes all hearts do duty Unto her beauty; And enamoured do wish, so they might But enjoy such a sight That they still were to run by her side Through swords, through seas whither she would ride Do but look on her eyes They do light all that Love's world compriseth Do but look on her hair It is bright as Love's star when it riseth Do but mark, her forehеad's smoother Than words that soothe her; And from hеr arched brows such a grace Sheds itself through the face As alone there triumphs to the life All the gain, all the good of the elements' strife Have you seen but a bright lily grow Before rude hands have touched it? Have you marked but the fall of the snow Before the soil hath smutched it? Have you felt the wool of the beaver Or swan's down ever? Or have smelt of the bud of the brier Or the nard in the fire? Or have tasted the bag of the bee? O so white, O so soft, O so sweet is she!