Adelaide Crapsey Poems

As I went, as I went
Over the mountains,
I heard, I heard,
Through cloud-wreath and mist,
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Keep thou
Thy tearless watch
All night but when blue-dawn
Breathes on the silver moon, then weep!
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Fugitive, wistful,
Pausing at edge of her going,
Autumn, the maiden, turns,
Leans to the earth with ineffable
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The poet pursues his beautiful theme;
The preacher his golden beatitude;
And I run after a vanishing dream—
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Madonna, Madonnina
Sat by the grey road-side,
Saint Joseph her beside,
And Our Lord at her breast;
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The morning is new and the skies are fresh washed with light,
The day cometh in with the sun and I awake laughing.
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Little my lacking fortunes show
For this to eat and that to wear;
Yet laughing, Soul, and gaily go!
An obol pays the Stygian fare.
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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.
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Not spring's
Thou art, but hers,
Most cool, most virginal,
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Never the nightingale,
Oh, my dear,
Never again the lark
Thou wilt hear;
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