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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!