Edna St. Vincent Millay

(22 February 1892 – 19 October 1950 / Rockland / Maine / United States)

The Shroud - Poem 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!


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  • Rookie - 45 Points Colleen Courtney (5/17/2014 3:12:00 PM)

    I don't remember ever reading this particular poem. Interesting. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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