Edna St Vincent Millay's Poem: The Shroud

A poem by Edna St Vincent Millay
The Shroud
________________________________________________ Title: The Shroud Author: Edna St Vincent Millay [More Titles by 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! [The end] Edna St Vincent Millay's poem: Shroud ________________________________________________ GO TO TOP OF SCREEN

A poem by Edna St Vincent Millay