"I'LL restore this old church for our marriage: I've ordered the plans: Style of wedding your choice -- foot or carriage -- By license, or banns." He restored it, as though built newly: The bishop was won To preach, who pronounced it truly A thing well done. But the wedding waits; long, long has waited; And guesswork is dumb Why those who were there to have mated Do not come. And when the nights moan like the wailings Of souls sore-tried, The folk say who pass the church-palings They hear inside Strange sounds as of anger and sadness That cut the heart's core, And shaken words bitter to madness; And then no more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ASPECTS OF THE PINES by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE A SPIRITUAL LEGEND by PHILIP JAMES BAILEY THE HORSE THIEF by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE DAY by MARGARET ESTELLA BIGHAM LETTER FROM MEXICO by EDOUARD JOACHIM CORBIERE EXIT FROM EGYPTIAN BONDAGE by LUCRETIA MARIA DAVIDSON IF YOU WERE HERE by ANNA BUNSTON DE BARY |