The Lonely Death Poem by Adelaide Crapsey
The Lonely Death
In the cold I will rise, I will bathe
In waters of ice; myself
Will shiver, and shrive myself,
Alone in the dawn, and anoint
Forehead and feet and hands;
I will shutter the windows from light,
I will place in their sockets the four
Tall candles and set them aflame
In the grey of the dawn; and myself
Will lay myself straight in my bed,
And draw the sheet under my chin.
In the cold I will rise, I will bathe ............................................ lonely death has come lonely death has come lonely death has come lonely death has come ///////////greatly come great 10+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
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goes to my favorite poem......................................................