THE WEDDING-GOWN
Etta W. Pierce
"Bring it from the oaken press; full fifty years ago
I sewed those seams, my heart all full of youth and hope and Joe—
Joe, whose wife I was to be—my lover, strong and brown,
Captain of the stanchest craft that sailed from Gloucester town.
It seems a worthless thing to hold so carefully in store,
This poor, old, faded bridal dress, which no bride ever wore;
Cut in the curious style of half a century ago,
With scanty skirt and 'broidered bands—my own hands shaped it so.