She lingers in the dim antechamber
Positioned behind the oaken door.
One by one, her relatives leave her
Alone to contemplate the organ's roar.
Down the nave the bridesmaids drop
A solemn step to the flowered stair
Where each in turn pause and stop;
Frozen smiles ‘neath towered hair.
Then the music changes form
And the bride begins her onerous quest;
Through the high sea's rigid storm
To lay her to her final rest.
The groom measuredly proclaims his love
To the minister and to the audience;
And invokes his right given from above
To live life in indifference.
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