I make my shroud, but no one knows -- <br />So shimmering fine it is and fair, <br />With stitches set in even rows, <br />I make my shroud, but no one knows. <br /> <br />In door-way where the lilac blows, <br />Humming a little wandering air, <br />I make my shroud and no one knows, <br />So shimmering fine it is and fair.<br /><br />Adelaide Crapsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-69/
