Plowing the earth my bosom drops sweat and mine eyes glow bright red
The bells are quite loud today I think

I see a woman ascending the hill
In a gown of gossamer she glided
and barely I distinguished
the silhouette of the bridegroom awaiting her atop

I can not say much of him
but only that his tux was only tulle
and his face I could not see
as a mask concealed his identity

The woman turned permitting me to now see her face
it was ashen
which I later realized was the...