Song

By Adelaide Crapsey

1878-1914


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.

DayPoems Poem No. 1505
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/1505.html">Song by Adelaide Crapsey</a>

The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
Timothy Bovee, editor

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