Poems by Adelaide Crapsey
Chimes
... (3) "Thy gold hair likes me well ...
November Night
... The leaves, frost-crisp'd, break from the trees ...
Amaze
... A woman like me once had hands ...
Rose-Mary of the Angels
... Swift bird-voice, so young and clear ...
To The Dead in the Graveyard Underneath My Window
... " And this each body and ghost of you hath heard ...
Avis
... Go thou from thence of thy pity! ...
Niagara
... Autumnal, evanescent, wan, ...
The Properly Scholarly Attitude
... The neer to be caught for, properly scholarly attitude ...
Warning to the Mighty
... Once and twice and thrice there shall ...
Harvester's Song"
... Our Lord's mother is weeping, ...
The Monk in the Garden
... The air's alive with gold! Mark you the way ...
The Guarded Wound
... On grass, oh still too heavy it were, ...
Anguish
... Breathes on the silver moon, then weep! ...
Doom
... " "Whose spirit prayed never at the gate ...
The Saying of Il Haboul
... And Keeper Of the Prophet's Armour ...
