Adelaide Crapsey Poems

No guile?
Nay, but so strangely
He moves among us. . Not this
Man but Barabbas! Release to us
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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
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These be
three silent things:
The falling snow . . . the hour
Before the dawn . . . the mouth of one
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THE old
Old winds that blew
When chaos was, what do
They tell the clattered trees that I
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A laggard in the rear of time's swift feet,
And one who loiters on an aimless way
Through lands he knows not; lured by birds to stray
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Sea-foam
And coral! Oh, I'll
Climb the great pasture rocks
And dream me mermaid in the sun's
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Dost thou
Not feel them slip,
How cold! how cold! the moon's
Thin wavering finger-tips, along
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Oh Lady, let the sad tears fall
To speak thy pain,
Gently as through the silver dusk
The silver rain.
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More dim than wining moon
Thy face, mort faint
Than is the falling wind
Thy voice, yet do
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Is it as plainly in our living shown,
By slant and twist, which way the wind has blown?
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