A Wedding Piece

by James McAuley

James McAuley

As Milton might have handled the union of the Redcross Knight  and Una at the end of Book One of The Faerie Queene
With his own hands the marriage bond he tied,
No priest intruding, and exchang'd the Vow
Mysterious, Heav'n-blest, chief sours of good
And knot of peace, which he at will coud break,
If inconvenient found, not answering:
Though undisseverable and lifelong deemd
By that fals Crew (less troublesom of late)
Who with chaw'd texts and droppings from the Schools
Woud glue the free man to a senseless lump
Of femall contrarietie and phlegm.
Simple the rite and pure: no reeking fire
Of piny Torch or whitethorn smoak'd their eyes,
Nor superstitious use of sprincklings vain,
Delusive pomps, disturb'd their ease: what need,
If not impure what God created pure?
Idle expens was spar'd, for guests were none,
No drunken riot, verses fescennine,
Or antic dancing marr'd the awful day.
In conscious rectitude the Bridegroom smil'd
Upon his Consort with superior love,
And pass'd the hours til night in discours high
To justifie to her the wayes of Man.

Collected Poems 1936-1970

Last updated January 14, 2019