red

The bride hath paced into the hall, Red as a rose is she; 🔊

Nor dim nor red, like God's own head, The glorious Sun uprist: 🔊

Her lips were red, her looks were free, Her locks were yellow as gold: 🔊

But where the ship's huge shadow lay, The charmèd water burnt alway A still and awful red. 🔊

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