Adelaide Crapsey


Dirge - Poem by 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.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 19, 2010



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