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Edna St. Vincent Millay - The Shroud
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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! 
(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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