Author Witter Bynner Out go the great red wedding-chamber candles. Tomorrow in state the bride faces your parents. She has finished preparing; she asks of you meekly Whether her eyebrows are painted in fashion. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments