 | The Complete Poems and Collected Letters of Adelaide Crapsey |  |
Song
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.
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.
Humming a little wandering air,
I make my shroud and no one knows,
So shimmering fine it is and fair.
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