John Keats (Adelaide Crapsey Poems)
Meet thou the event And terrible happening of Thine end: for thou are come Upon the remote, cold place Of ...
Meet thou the event And terrible happening of Thine end: for thou are come Upon the remote, cold place Of ...
Fate DefiedAs itWere tissue of silverI'll wear, O fate, thy grey,And go mistily radiant, cladLike the moon.Night WindsThe oldOld winds ...
Than spring's new scents The winter's earliest wind Blows from the hills the first faint breath Of Snow. Why have ...
Not spring's Thou art, but hers, Most cool, most virginal, Winter's, with thy faint breath, thy snows Rose-tinged. Adelaide Crapsey(Adelaide ...
But me They cannot touch, Old age and death. .the strange And ignominious end of old Dead folk! Adelaide Crapsey(Adelaide ...
JUST now, Out of the strange Still dusk . . . as strange, as still . . . A white ...
THE old Old winds that blew When chaos was, what do They tell the clattered trees that I Should weep?(Adelaide ...
WHY do You thus devise Evil against her? "For that She is beautiful, delicate; Therefore." Adelaide Crapsey(Adelaide Crapsey)
These be three silent things: The falling snow . . . the hour Before the dawn . . . the ...
Look up . . .From bleakening hillsBlows down the light, first breathOf wintry wind . . . look up, and ...
Listen . . .With faint dry sound,Like steps of passing ghosts,The leaves, frost-crisp'd, break from the treesAnd fall.(Adelaide Crapsey)
Well andIf day on dayFollows and weary yearOn year . . . and ever days and years . . . ...
If itWere lighter touchThan petal of flower restingOn grass, oh still too heavy it were,Too heavy!(Adelaide Crapsey)
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