Chimes Adelaide Crapsey (1) The rose new-opening saith, And the dew of the morning saith, (Fallen leaves and vanished dew) Remember death. Ding dong bell Ding dong bell (2) May-moon thin and young In the sky, Ere you wax and wane I shall die; So...
Birth-Moment Adelaide Crapsey Behold her, Running through the waves Eager to reach the land; The water laps her, Sun and wind are on her, Healthy, brine-drenched and young, Behold Desire new-born;- Desire on first fulfillment’s radiant edge, Love at miraculous moment of emergence, This is...
Avis Adelaide Crapsey Avis, the fair, at dawn Rose lightly from her bed, Herself arrayed, Avis, the fait, the maid, In vestiment of lawn; Across the fields she sped, Five flowerets there she found, In fragrant garland wound, Avis, the fair, at dawn, Five roses...
Autumn Adelaide Crapsey Fugitive, wistful, Pausing at edge of her going, Autumn, the maiden, turns, Leans to the earth with ineffable Gesture. Ah, more than Spring’s skies her skies shine Tender and frailer Bloom than plum-bloom or almond Lies on her hillsides, her fields, Misted,...
Aubade Adelaide Crapsey The morning is new and the skies are fresh washed with light, The day cometh in with the sun and I awake laughing. Hasten, beloved! For see, while you were yet sleeping The cool and virgin feet of dawn went soundless over...
As I Went Adelaide Crapsey As I went, as I went Over the mountains, I heard, I heard, Through cloud-wreath and mist, A hound that was baying Death.. it was death. As I went, as I went Over the meadows, I heard, I heard, From...
Angelique Adelaide Crapsey A flickering light near spent Her pale hand bore. Have you seen Angelique? Will she know the place Dead feet must find, The grave-cloth on her face To make her blind? Have you seen Angelique. . At night I hear her moan,...
The Requital Adelaide Anne Procter LOUD roared the tempest, Fast fell the sleet; A little Child Angel Passed down the street, With trailing pinions And weary feet. The moon was hidden; No stars were bright; So she could not shelter In heaven that night, For...
Per Pacem Ad Lucem Adelaide Anne Procter I DO not ask, O Lord, that life may be A pleasant road; I do not ask that Thou wouldst take from me Aught of its load; I do not ask that flowers should always spring Beneath my...
One By One The Sands Are Flowing Adelaide Anne Procter One by one the sands are flowing, One by one the moments fall: Some are coming, some are going; Do not strive to grasp them all. One by one thy duties wait thee; Let thy...
