I can slip like a shadow, a dream, from your hands.
Nay, call me not cruel, and fear not to take me.
I am yours for a lifetime, to be what you make me,
To wear my white veil for a sigh or a cover,
As you shall be proven my lord or my lover;
A cover for peace that is dead; or a token
Of bliss that can never be written or spoken.[[3]]
TABLEAUX.
[1]. Drawing-room scene. Bride and groom in full wedding costume; bride in white, with orange blossoms and veil of tarlatan or lace; both stand near center in foreground, a little apart, facing each other.
[2]. Husband in act of lifting veil from side front.