Old Love Poem by Adelaide Crapsey

Old Love

Rating: 2.8


More dim than wining moon
Thy face, mort faint
Than is the falling wind
Thy voice, yet do
Thine eyes most strangely glow,
Thou host . . thou ghost.

Monday, April 19, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: wind
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