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...
My God, I Thank Thee Who Hast Made Adelaide Anne Procter My God, I thank Thee who hast made The earth so bright; So full of splendour and of joy, Beauty and light; So many glorious things are here, Noble and right! I thank Thee,...
Fidelis Adelaide Anne Procter You have taken back the promise That you spoke so long ago; Taken back the heart you gave me- I must even let it go. Where Love once has breathed, Pride dieth, So I struggled, but in vain, First to keep...
Envy Adelaide Anne Procter He was the first always: Fortune Shone bright in his face. I fought for years; with no effort He conquered the place: We ran; my feet were all beeding, But he won the race. Spite of his many successes, Men loved...
