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

The Lonely Death

By Adelaide Crapsey

IN the cold I will rise, I will bathe

In waters of ice; myself

Will shiver, and shrive myself,

Alone in the dawn, and anoint

Forehead and feet and hands;

I will shutter the windows from light,

I will place in their sockets the four

Tall candles and set them a-flame

In the grey of the dawn; and myself

Will lay myself straight in my bed,

And draw the sheet under my chin.