THE flutes and fiddles are sounding, The trumpets ringing clear; In the wedding dance is bounding My heart's own mistress dear. The shawms and kettle-drums vying In noisy chorus I hear; But meanwhile good angels are sighing And weeping many a tear. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PLACES 1. TWILIGHT (TUCSON) by SARA TEASDALE PISGAH SIGHTS by ROBERT BROWNING TO THE IMMORTAL MEMORY OF THE HALIBUT ON WHICH I DINED by WILLIAM COWPER THE COW by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON RARE INTERVALS by CHARLOTTE LOUISE BERTLESEN THE LONG TRUCE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |