The bride's long trail
stretches out its thousand veils,
pushed by the purple breath of the breeze
Her bridesmaids, cotton cloudlets in apricot chemise
in the satin folds play hide and seek, and wave
Hush! Hush, maidens, behave!
Powder your cheeks with carmine,
strew our path with Jessamine,
for the poet and the painter,
for the peach astral cylinder,
that will soon cast irridescent rice grains
on the snowy service of porcelain.
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