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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.
From: Rittenhouse, Jessie B.
The Second Book of Modern Verse (1919).
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This collection assembled by Jone Johnson Lewis.
Collection © 1999-2002 Jone Johnson Lewis.
Citing poems from these pages:
| Author. "Poem Title." Women's History: Poems by Women. Jone Johnson Lewis, editor. URL: (date of logon) |
