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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

The Shroud

By Edna St. Vincent Millay

DEATH, I say, my heart is bowed

Unto thine, O mother!

This red gown will make a shroud

Good as any other.

(I, that would not wait to wear

My own bridal things,

In a dress dark as my hair

Made my answerings.

I, to-night, that till he came

Could not, could not wait,

In a gown as bright as flame

Held for them the gate.)

Death, I say, my heart is bowed

Unto thine, O mother!

This red gown will make a shroud

Good as any other.