Poems by Adelaide Crapsey
To A Hermit Thrush
... Died for it? O, thou harper in ...
Laurel in the Berkshires
... And dream me mermaid in the sun's ...
Incantation.
... (You must say it nine times, curtseying, and then wish ...
The Event.
... . . Weave, Fates! And what your spinstry weaves I'll forthwith wear ...
Susanna and the elders
... " "For that She is beautiful, delicate ...
Now Barabbas Was A Robber
... . Not this Man but Barabbas! Release to us ...
Sad of Heart.
... That shut my tears away from me - ...
The Immortal Residue Inscription for my verse
... And as these thy hand doth turn, ...
Hypnos, God of Sleep
... The shadowy boy of night ...
Lo, All the Way
... Look you, I said, the clouds will break, the sky ...
On Seeing Weather Beaten Trees
... By slant and twist, which way the wind has blown ...
The Source
... And thence so elvish it rings, -mocking ...
Moon Shadows
... So still will be my heart when I ...
The Grand Canyon
... Gods, Heroes, come who have once more ...
To the dead in the grave-yard under my window
... " And this each body and ghost of you hath heard ...
