4. The Marriage
The still cathedral, high and dark and wide,
The gloom that hid us kneeling side by side,—
Yea, where the candles at the chancel flared
I took of love a sweetheart and a bride.
(Chanted the priests: Orate, Domine!)
The sudden silence drinking up the din,
The hush that gripped us as the doors swung in
Leaving us soul to soul with solitude,—
The while the city wallowed in my sin.