English poem
The Wedding Gown
by Theodosia Pickering Garrison (1874–1944)
She put her wedding-gown away As tenderly as one might close, With kissing lips and finger-tips, The petals of a rose Still held for the Beloved's sake-- The loveliest that blows.
She put her wedding-gown away-- The quiet place was all astir With vague perfume that filled the room, Cedar and lavender, Yet sweeter still about it clung The fragrant thoughts of her.
She put her wedding-gown away-- Yet lingered where its whiteness gleamed As one above a sleeping Love, Oh, thus it was she seemed, Reluctant still to turn and go And leave him as he dreamed.