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Just now,trange, as

Out of the strange

Still dusk... as strange, as still...

A white moth flew... Why am i grow

So cold?



Adelaide Crapsey

(1878-1914)

The old

Old winds that blew

When chaos was, what do

They tell clattered trees that I

Should weep?



Adelaide Crapsey

(1878-1914)

Why do

You thys devise

Evil against her? For that

She is beautiful, delicate;

Therefore."



AdelaideCrapset

(1878-1915)

These be

three silent things:

The falling snow...the hour

Before the dawn...the mouth of one

just dead.



Adelaide Crapsey

(1878-1914)

listen

With Faint dry sound,

Like step of passing ghosts,

The leaves, frost-crisp'd, break from the treea

And fall.



Adelaide Crapsey

(1878-1914)