The Crucifixion Adelaide Crapsey And the centurion who stood by said: Truly this was a son of God. Not long ago but everywhere I go There is a hill and a black windy sky. Portent of hill, sky, day’s eclipse I know; Hill, sky, the...
The Companions Adelaide Crapsey Three grey women walk with me Fate and Grief and Memory. My fate brought grief; my grief must be With me through Eternity, Such thy power, memory. Three grey women walk with me.
Tears Adelaide Crapsey The immemorial grief of all years Burdes my heart sorely, and the years Of slow eternal crying stain my cheeks. Forever and forever my soul speaks Saying: I am thy self: Look on me And weep. Never and never shalt thou be...
Song Adelaide Crapsey I make my shroud, but no one knows So shimmering fine it is and fair, With stitches set in even rows, I make my shroud, but no one knows. In door-way where the lilac blows, Humming a little wandering air, I make...
Rose-Mary Of The Angels Adelaide Crapsey Little Sister Rose-Marie, Will thy feet as willing-light Run through Paradise, I wonder, As they run the blue skies under, Willing feet, so airy-light? Little Sister Rose-Marie Will thy voice as bird-note clear Lift and ripple over Heaven As...
Rapunzel Adelaide Crapsey All day, all day I brush My golden strands of hair; All day I wait and wait.. Ah, who is there? Who calls? Who calls? The gold Ladder of my long hair I loose and wait..and wait.. Ah, who is there? She...
Pierrot Adelaide Crapsey For Aubrey Beardsley’s picture Pierrot is dying: Tiptoe in, Finger touched to lip, Harlequin, Columbine and Clown. Hugh! how still he lies In his bed, White slipped hand and white Sunker head. Oh, poor Pierrot. There’s his dressing gown Across the chair,...
Perfume Of Youth Adelaide Crapsey (Girl’s Song) In Babylon, in Nineveh, And long ago, and far away, The lilies and the lotus blew That are my sweet of youth to-day. From those high gardens of the Gods That eyes of men may never see, The...
Oh Lady, Let The Sad Tears Fall Adelaide Crapsey Oh Lady, let the sad tears fall To speak thy pain, Gently as through the silver dusk The silver rain. Oh, let thy bosom breathe its grief In such soft sigh As hath the wind in...
Oh Lady, Let The Sad Tears Fall Adelaide Crapsey Oh Lady, let the sad tears fall To speak thy pain, Gently as through the silver dusk The silver rain. Oh, let thy bosom breathe its grief In such soft sigh As hath the wind in...
