To The Dead In The Grave-Yard Under My Window Adelaide Crapsey How can you lie so still? All day I watch And never a blade of all the green sod moves To show where restlessly you toss and turn, And fling a desperate arm or...
The Witch Adelaide Crapsey When I was girl by Nilus stream I watched the deserts stars arise; My lover, he who dreamed the Sphinx, Learned all his dreaming from eyes. I bore in Greece a burning name, And I have been in Italy Madonna to...
The Saying Of II Haboul Adelaide Crapsey Guardian Of The Treasure Of Solomon And Keeper Of the Prophet’s Armour My tent A vapour that The wind dispels and but As dust before the wind am I Myself.
The Properly Scholarly Attitude Adelaide Crapsey The poet pursues his beautiful theme; The preacher his golden beatitude; And I run after a vanishing dream The glittering, will-o-the-wispish gleam Of the properly scholarly attitude The highly desirable, the very advisable, The hardly acquirable, properly scholarly attitude....
The Plaint Adelaide Crapsey Musicians O Musicians: Heartsease Heartsease: an you will have me live play heartsease. Light wind in the small green leaves Play, oh play, my sad heart ease; Birds, shake from your wilding throats Tuneed charm of happy notes; Shepherd, shepherd, pipe...
The Parting Adelaide Crapsey Was it love breathed on us as on the skies Dawn breathes for a short space and then is fled; Or loved we never at all who but misread With too dim vision the guarded mysteries? Were we unfaithful or were...
The Mourner Adelaide Crapsey I have no heart for noon-tide and the sun, But I will take me where more tender night Shakes, fold on fold, her dewy darkness down. And shelters me that I may weep in peace, And feel no pitying eyes, and...
The Mother Exultant Adelaide Crapsey Joy! Joy! Joy! The hills are glad, The valleys re-echo with merriment, In my heart is the sound of laughter, And my feet dance to the time of it; Oh, little son, carried light on my shoulder, Let us go...
The Monk In The Garden Adelaide Crapsey He comes from Mass early in the morning The sky’s the very blue Madonna wears; The air’s alive with gold! Mark you the way The birds sing and the dusted shimmer of dew On leaf and fruit?..Per Bacco,...
The Lonely Death Adelaide Crapsey In the cold I will rise, I will bathe In waters of ice; myself Will shiver, and shrive myself, Alone in the dawn, and anoint Forehead and feet and hands; I will shutter the windows from light, I will place...
