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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 Belovèd'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.