Warning To The Mighty Adelaide Crapsey 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.’
Vendor’s Song Adelaide Crapsey My songs to sell, sweet maid! I pray you buy. Here’s one will win a lady’s tears, Here’s one will make her gay, Here’s one will charm your true love true Forever and a day; Good sir, I pray you buy! XOh, no, she will not buy.Y My songs to sell, …
To The Dead In The Grave-Yard Under My Window Adelaide Crapsey How can you lie so still? All day I watch And never a blade of all the green sod moves To show where restlessly you toss and turn, And fling a desperate arm or draw up knees Stiffened and aching from their long disuse; …
The Witch Adelaide Crapsey 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 …
The Saying Of II Haboul Adelaide Crapsey Guardian Of The Treasure Of Solomon And Keeper Of the Prophet’s Armour My tent A vapour that The wind dispels and but As dust before the wind am I Myself.
The Properly Scholarly Attitude Adelaide Crapsey The poet pursues his beautiful theme; The preacher his golden beatitude; And I run after a vanishing dream The glittering, will-o-the-wispish gleam Of the properly scholarly attitude The highly desirable, the very advisable, The hardly acquirable, properly scholarly attitude. I envy the savage without any clothes, Who lives in …
The Plaint Adelaide Crapsey Musicians O Musicians: Heartsease Heartsease: an you will have me live play heartsease. Light wind in the small green leaves Play, oh play, my sad heart ease; Birds, shake from your wilding throats Tuneed charm of happy notes; Shepherd, shepherd, pipe a shrill A jocound pipe o’er vale and hill; For …
The Parting Adelaide Crapsey Was it love breathed on us as on the skies Dawn breathes for a short space and then is fled; Or loved we never at all who but misread With too dim vision the guarded mysteries? Were we unfaithful or were we unwise, Knew we not love, or if our love …
The Mourner Adelaide Crapsey I have no heart for noon-tide and the sun, But I will take me where more tender night Shakes, fold on fold, her dewy darkness down. And shelters me that I may weep in peace, And feel no pitying eyes, and hear no voice Attempt my grief in comfort’s alien tongue. …
The Mother Exultant Adelaide Crapsey Joy! Joy! Joy! The hills are glad, The valleys re-echo with merriment, In my heart is the sound of laughter, And my feet dance to the time of it; Oh, little son, carried light on my shoulder, Let us go laughing and dancing through the live days, For this is …