Once there was a woman whose harmless madness was to believe
herself to be a bride, and on the eve of her wedding. Waking
up in the morning, she asked for a white dress, and a bride’s
crown; smiling, she adorned herself. “To-day he will come,” she
said. In the evening sadness overmastered her, after the idle
waiting; she then took off her white dress. But the following
morning, with the dawn, her confidence returned. “It is for
to-day,” she said. And her life passed in this tenacious, altho
ever-deceiving, certitude--taking off her gown of hope, only to
put it on again. (Text.)
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