Just one more bride has passed before The altar and out the old church door. Her friends flung rice, her laugh was gay, And merrily she was whisked away. Then a brooding quiet settled down On the dusty street in the little town; And out from a nearby house there stole A shabby old couple with broom and bowl. They swept up the rice while their grateful faces Blessed the bride in her silks and laces. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SMALL BEGINNINGS by CHARLES MACKAY IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 67 by ALFRED TENNYSON NOT DEAD, BUT GONE BEFORE by ANTIPHANES NAME FOR GRIEF by HELEN BRYANT FOR THOSE GROWING OLD by WINIFRED ADAMS BURR VERSES ON THE QUEEN by THOMAS CAMPBELL |