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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

My Sepulchre

Gladys Edgerton

THE FLAME blue of heaven glows overhead,

Under my halting feet crisp leaves burn red.

Oh, what an ecstasy now to be dead!

Oh, what an ecstasy now to lie down

One with the autumn earth pulsing and brown—

So in the sunlight to slumber and drown!

To drown in a sea of gold, melt into air

Crisp with the tang of frost, pungent and rare—

Sunshine my sepulchre, wind my last prayer!