Harvester’s Song Adelaide Crapsey Reap, reap the grain and gather The sweet grapes from the vine; Our Lord’s mother is weeping, She hath nor bread nor wine; She is weeping. The Queen of Heaven, She hath nor bread nor wine.
Fresher Adelaide Crapsey Than spring’s new scents The winter’s earliest wind Blows from the hills the first faint breath Of Snow. Why have I thought the dew Ephemeral when I Shall rest so short a time, myself, On earth?
Endymion Adelaide Crapsey ‘Let me be young,’ the Latmian shepherd prayed, ‘And let me have on night-time hills long sleep;’ Whom she of Cynthus saw, Heaven’s crowne`d maid, And gave his youth and dreams her love to keep. What news comrade upon the mountain top...
Doom Adelaide Crapsey Peter stands by the gate, And Michael by the throne. ‘Peter, I would pass the gate And come before the throne.’ ‘Whose spirit prayed never at the gate In life nor at the throne, In death he may not pass the gate...
Dirge Adelaide Crapsey Never the nightingale, Oh, my dear, Never again the lark Thou wilt hear; Though dusk and the morning still Tap at thy window-sill, Though ever love call and call Thou wilt not hear at all, My dear, my dear.
Cradle Song Adelaide Crapsey Madonna, Madonnina Sat by the grey road-side, Saint Joseph her beside, And Our Lord at her breast; Oh they were fain to rest, Mary and Joseph and Jesus, All by the grey road-side. She said, Madonna Mary, ‘I am thirsty, Joseph,...
Cinquains Adelaide Crapsey Fate Defied As it Were tissue of silver I’ll wear, O fate, thy grey, And go mistily radiant, clad Like the moon. Night Winds The old Old winds that blew When chaos was, what do They tell the clattered trees that I...
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...
