Adelaide Crapsey


Song - Poem by Adelaide Crapsey

I make my shroud, but no one knows --
So shimmering fine it is and fair,
With stitches set in even rows,
I make my shroud, but no one knows.

In door-way where the lilac blows,
Humming a little wandering air,
I make my shroud and no one knows,
So shimmering fine it is and fair.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 4, 2003



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