And all have I foregone at that command, and with small complaint,—all save that fair young form that lies so coldly wed with death in the nest I had builded.
W.E.B. Du Bois: “And all have I foregone at that command, and with small complaint,—all save that fair young form that lies so coldly wed…”
Editor's note · Context
Du Bois expresses his willingness to sacrifice everything, except the memory of his deceased son, in response to a perceived command.
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