Adelaide Crapsey


The Proud Poet - Poem by Adelaide Crapsey

Great Kings were dust and all their deeds forgot
Did my harp's taut and burnished strings stand mute;
The fragrance of dead ladies' lovely names
Blew never down but for my lute.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 19, 2010



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