In the cold I will rise, I will bathe <br />In waters of ice; myself <br />Will shiver, and shrive myself, <br />Alone in the dawn, and anoint <br />Forehead and feet and hands; <br />I will shutter the windows from light, <br />I will place in their sockets the four <br />Tall candles and set them aflame <br />In the grey of the dawn; and myself <br />Will lay myself straight in my bed, <br />And draw the sheet under my chin.<br /><br />Adelaide Crapsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-lonely-death/
