The great angels watched him with their wings
Folded. Standing deeper in the shade,
They waited with the others while the moon
Sloped to its rest, the music having wearied
And stopped, and all the dancers wandered home.
VII
“Dora, do you take Bruce for your husband,
To cherish him, for better or for worse?”
The justice of the peace, Tobias Hapgood,
Peered over his dim glasses at the pair