Edna St. Vincent Millay

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!
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