Then she drew into the sunlight,
From a corner, almost hid,
The quaintest, oddest hair trunk,
With brass nail words on the lid!
Lifting it, she took out slowly
(Once she wore it—you can guess),
Just the daintiest of garments,—
A faded, sleeveless bridal dress.
Just beneath there lay a sampler,
Folded o’er some rose leaves wild;