The Lonely Death

The Lonely Death

1In the cold I will rise, I will bathe
2In waters of ice; myself
3Will shiver, and shrive myself,
4Alone in the dawn, and anoint
5Forehead and feet and hands;
6I will shutter the windows from light,
7I will place in their sockets the four
8Tall candles and set them a-flame
9In the grey of the dawn; and myself
10Will lay myself straight in my bed,
11And draw the sheet under my chin.
Publication Notes
Verse (Rochester, NY: The Manas Press, 1915): 93.
PS 3505 R277 .V47 Robarts Library
RPO poem Editors
Ian Lancashire