Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
Chant of the Shroud MakerMarian Ramié
O
Be mine to work for the dead.
Afar there rages the battle loud;
With tender hands I fashion a shroud
For the clay when the soul has fled.
Man I shall never see,
Loving, I weave a winding sheet
For one who has died for me.
For the Blessed Trinity;
And on his bosom his folded hands
Unwanted now for life’s demands,
And the scarlet cross shall be.
Face I shall never see,
Loving, I weave a winding sheet
For one who has died for me.
Now that the life has sped.
Prayers, blessings and grateful tears
Follow his memory through the years:
Peace to the honored dead.
Man I shall never see;
Loving, I weave a winding sheet
For one who has died for me.