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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

Song

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.