Poems by Adelaide Crapsey
My Birds That Fly No Longer
... Drooping, sick-pinion'd, oh ...
Snow
... Look up . . . From bleakening hills ...
Refuge in Darkness
... I will bind close my eyes that are ...
Safe.
... Scorn I lightly, - Not for these ...
Night
... That the winds at twilight, ...
The Plaint
... Heartsease: an you will have me live play heartsease ...
Pierrot
... In his bed, White slipped hand and white ...
Fresher
... Blows from the hills the first faint breath ...
Winter
... .alack The little people in the hills ...
Thou art not friendly sleep that hath delayed
... The long night through and still at dawn doth keep ...
Aubade
... The cool and virgin feet of dawn went soundless over grey meadows, ...
White Rose
... The dear companion of my heart's ...
Night Winds.
... They tell the clattered trees that I ...
Roma Aeterna
... Thine older Palentine the birds ...
John Keats
... Yet still A little while thy breathing lasts, ...
