Adelaide Crapsey Quotes

Ere the horne'd owl hoot Once and twice and thrice there shall Go among the blind brown worms News of thy great burial; When the pomp is passed away, 'Here's a King,' the worms shall say.
Adelaide Crapsey
In your Curled petals what ghosts Of blue headlands and seas, What perfumed immortal breath sighing Of Greece.
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But me They cannot touch, Old age and death. The strange And ignominious end of old Dead folk!
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When I was girl by Nilus stream I watched the deserts stars arise; My lover, he who dreamed the Sphinx, Learned all his dreaming from eyes. I bore in Greece a burning name, And I have been in Italy Madonna to a painter-lad, And mistress to a Medici. And have you heard (and I have heard) Of puzzled men with decorous mien, Who judged - the wench knew far too much - And burnt her on the Salem green?
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Seen on a night in November How frail Above the bulk Of crashing water hangs, Autumn, evanescent, wan, The moon.
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As it Were tissue of silver I'll wear, O Fate, thy grey, And go mistily radiant, clad Like the moon.
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Dost thou Not feel them slip, How cold! how cold! the moon's Thin wavering finger-tips, along Thy throat?
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No guile? Nay, but so strangely He moves among us. . Not this Man but Barabbas! Release to us Barabbas!
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Still as On windless nights The moon-cast shadows are, So still will be my heart when I Am dead.
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With night's Dim veil and blue I will cover my eyes, I will bind close my eyes that are So weary.
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Scarlet the poppies Blue the corn-flowers, Golden the wheat. Gold for the Eternal: Blue for Our Lady: Red for the five Wounds of her Son.
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Reap, reap the grain and gather The sweet grapes from the vine; Our Lord's mother is weeping, She hath nor bread nor wine; She is weeping. The Queen of Heaven, She hath nor bread nor wine.
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If illness' end be health regained then I Will pay you, Asculapeus, when I die.
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Sun and wind and beat of sea,Great lands stretching endlessly...Where be bonds to bind the free?All the world was made for me!
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Sea-foam And coral! Oh, I'll Climb the great pasture rocks And dream me mermaid in the sun's Gold flood.
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Oh Lady, let the sad tears fall To speak thy pain, Gently as through the silver dusk The silver rain. Oh, let thy bosom breathe its grief In such soft sigh As hath the wind in gardens where Pale roses die.
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Not thou, White rose, but thy Ensanguined sister is The dear companion of my heart's Shed blood.
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The old Old winds that blew When chaos was, what do They tell the clattered trees that I Should weep?
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Is it as plainly in our living shown,By which way the wind hath blown?
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Thou hast Drawn laughter from A well of secret tears And thence so elvish it rings, -mocking And sweet.
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