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...
The Fiddler Adelaide Crapsey ‘There’s be no roof to shelter you; You’ll have no where to lay your head. And who will get your food for you? Star-dust pays for no man’s bread. So, Jacky, come give me your fiddle If ever you mean to...
The Event Adelaide Crapsey Lo, how they weave – the imperturbable three Those threads that are my destiny: Steadily at the eternal task they’re bent Industrious . . . indifferent . . . Weave, Fates! And what your spinstry weaves I’ll forthwith wear And if...
The Cry Of The Nymph To Eros Adelaide Crapsey Hear thou my lamentation, Eros, Aphrodite’s son! My heart is broken and my days are done. Where the woods are dark and the stream runs clear in the dark, Eros! I prayed to thy mother and...
