[…] nigh her lids eclipse Each half-occulted star beneath that lies;

Okay, I finally made my decision: Derry and Penney would be my bride’s maids and Sophie, my maid of honor. / Everything seemed to be falling into place until controversy started about what kind of attire the bride’s maids would wear. […] Between the stress of her input and the guilt of not having my sisters in the wedding, I concluded that I did not want to have bride’s maids at all.

(maker):

Many a family circle wept as they looked upon the familiar places, which would know their lost ones no more; but ah, chide me not, kind reader, in thus leading you adown to the coldness of death, in setting before you that which causes your tender heart to shudder.