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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.

Credit


This poem is in the public domain. Published in Poem-a-Day on September 15, 2018, by the Academy of American Poets.

About this Poem


“The Shroud” was published in The New Poetry: An Anthology (Macmillan, 1917).

Author


Edna St. Vincent Millay

Poet and playwright Edna St. Vincent Millay was born in Rockland, Maine.

Date Published: 2018-09-15

Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/shroud