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Jessie B. Rittenhouse, ed. (1869–1948). The Second Book of Modern Verse. 1922.

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.

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.