"Earth holds no fairer, lovelier than thou, Maid of the laughing lip and frolic eye; Innocence sits upon thy open brow Like a pure spirit in its native sky. If ever beauty stole the heart away, Enchantress, it would fly to meet thy smile; Moments would seem by thee a summer's day And all around thee an Elysian isle. Roses are nothing to thy maiden blush Sent o'er thy cheek's soft ivory; and night Has naught so dazzling in its world of light As the dark rays that from thy lashes gush. Love lurks among thy silken curls and lies, Like a keen archer, in thy kindling eyes." William Foster Otis, to whom she was married in May, 1831, first saw her when she was fourteen years old, on her way home from school. He loved her from the moment his eyes fell upon her, and honored her with the loyalty of a lifetime, though death robbed him of her five years after their marriage. Of the wedding there is extant a very good description in the form of a letter written by the bridegroom's sister, under date of May 20, 1831. "There were fifty guests at the wedding, an enormous crowd at the visit [reception] which kept us until half-past ten from supper. The bride looked very lovely, and was modest and unaffected. Her dress was a white crêpe lisse, with a rich vine of silver embroidery at the top of the deep hem. The neck and sleeves were trimmed with three rows of elegant blond lace very wide. Gloves embroidered with silver, stockings ditto. Her dark-brown hair dressed plain in front, high bows with a few orange-blossoms and a rich blond lace scarf, tastefully arranged on her head, one end hanging front over her left shoulder, the other hanging behind over her right. No ornaments of any kind, either on her neck or ears, not even a buckle. I never saw her look so beautiful. Every one was remarking on her beauty as they passed in and out of the room. Mrs. Marshall [the bride's mother] looked extremely handsome. William [the bridegroom] looked quite as handsome as the bride, and seemed highly delighted. The bride and groom went to their house alone [70 Beacon Street] about one o'clock [in the morning]. The groomsmen serenaded them until the birds sang as loud as their instruments." James Freeman Clarke, who was present at her wedding, said afterwards that he "had often been perplexed at the accounts he had read of the great personal power of Mary Queen of Scots. He had never been able to comprehend how the mere beauty of a woman could so control the destinies of individuals and nations, causing men gladly to accept death as the price of a glance of the eyes or a touch of the hand." After he had beheld Emily Marshall, however, he realized the possibilities of such a power that is not created once in a century. She died in 1826, leaving two daughters and an infant son.