Poems (Millay)/The Shroud

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The Shroud
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!
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