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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!
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Edna St. Vincent Millay
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