Death & Dying
Song
From Verse (1915)
Death & Dying
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.
Cite this poem
MLA
Crapsey, Adelaide. “Song.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/crapsey/4/.
Chicago
Crapsey, Adelaide. “Song.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/crapsey/4/.
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