Adelaide Crapsey


Old Love - Poem by Adelaide Crapsey

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.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 19, 2010



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