| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917. |
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| 245. The Shroud |
| | | By Edna St. Vincent Millay |
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| DEATH, I say, my heart is bowed | |
| Unto thine, O mother! | |
| This red gown will make a shroud | |
| Good as any other. | |
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| (I, that would not wait to wear | 5 |
| My own bridal things, | |
| In a dress dark as my hair | |
| Made my answerings. | |
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| I, to-night, that till he came | |
| Could not, could not wait, | 10 |
| In a gown as bright as flame | |
| Held for them the gate.) | |
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| Death, I say, my heart is bowed | |
| Unto thine, O mother! | |
| This red gown will make a shroud | 15 |
| Good as any other. | |
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