The Shroud Poem by 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!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Amar Agarwala 22 February 2017

A meaningful poem on death.

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Colleen Courtney 17 May 2014

I don't remember ever reading this particular poem. Interesting.

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Edna St. Vincent Millay

Edna St. Vincent Millay

Rockland / Maine / United States
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