the bride laughs 

So lie we, not as sleep that lies by death,
With heavy kisses and with happy breath;
Not as man lies by woman, when the bride
Laughs low for love's sake and the word's he saith.

For she lies, laughing low with love; she lies,
And turns his kisses on her lips to sighs,
To sighing sound of lips unsatisfied,
And the sweet tears are tender with her eyes.

from: Laus Veneris
by Algernon Charles Swinburne
www.humanitiesweb.org/human.php?s=l&p=c&a=p&I...

Based, with permission, on this image:

www.flickr.com/photos/alexcraig/31179611/

(although she isn't actually the bride as I now realise)