But he, “I charge you, ask not, but obey.”
Then she bethought her of a faded silk,
A faded mantle and a faded veil, 135
And moving toward a cedarn cabinet,
Wherein she kept them folded reverently
With sprigs of summer laid between the folds,
She took them, and array’d herself therein,
Remembering when first he came on her 140
Drest in that dress, and how he lov’d her in it,
And all her foolish fears about the dress,