creplisse

Updated: May 11, 2025

Young, happy, sparkling with consciousness of youth and beauty, Sybil stood, Hebe Anadyomene, rising from the foam of soft creplisse which swept back beneath the long train of pale, tender, pink silk, fainting into breadths of delicate primrose, relieved here and there by facings of June green or was it the blue of early morning? or both? suggesting unutterable freshness.

Henry Adams - Democracy, an American novel