"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...THE SPARROW by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR A TRAMPWOMAN'S TRAGEDY by THOMAS HARDY YOU ON THE TOWER by THOMAS HARDY FAITHLESS NELLY GRAY; A PATHETIC BALLAD by THOMAS HOOD DEATH STANDS ABOVE ME by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR RIDDLE: A CANDLE by MOTHER GOOSE |