The glamour of the moonlight may have served to enhance its ethereal beauty, but neither moonlight nor sunlight could do justice to that beauty in its living human splendour.
As I gloried in her starry eyes I could think of nothing else; but when for a moment my eyes, roving round for the purpose of protection, caught sight of her whole figure, there was a pang to my heart.

The brilliant moonlight showed every detail in terrible effect, and I could see that she wore only her Shroud.

In the moment of darkness, after the last benediction, before she returned to my arms, she must have removed her bridal veil.

This may, of course, have been in accordance with the established ritual of her church; but, all the same, my heart was sore.
The glamour of calling her my very own was somewhat obscured by the bridal adornment being shorn.

But it made no difference in her sweetness to me.