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 ...

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.)

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This red gown will make a shroud Good as any other! (I, that would not wait to wear My own bridal thi.

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

The Shroud by Edna St. Vincent Millay - Death, I say, my heart is bowed Unto thine,—O mother! This red gown will make a shroud Good as any other!

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 ...

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.

The Shroud by The Brothers Grimm There was once a mother who had a little boy of seven years old, who was so handsome and lovable that no one could look at him without liking him, and she herself worshipped him above everything in the world.