Then nothing is visible but slow-swaying gray masses, which veil all objects in a shroud of ghostly dreariness.
"My Attainment of the Pole"
Frederick A. Cook
The soul is becoming visible almost: it does not shroud itself now in the same number of veils as it used to do.
"Life and Writings of Maurice Maeterlinck"
Jethro Bithell
And Nature's pleasant robe of green, Humanity's appointed shroud, enwraps His monument and his memory.
"Dickens As an Educator"
James L. (James Laughlin) Hughes