Adelaide Crapsey

Endymion. By Adelaide Crapsey

Endymion. By Adelaide Crapsey

Endymion. ‘Let me be young,’ the Latmian shepherd prayed, ‘And let me have on night-time hills long sleep;’ Whom she of Cynthus saw, Heaven’s crowne`d maid, And gave his youth and dreams her love to keep. What news comrade upon the mountain top From the courts of the su... »

Rapunzel By Adelaide Crapsey

Rapunzel By Adelaide Crapsey

Rapunzel All day, all day I brush My golden strands of hair; All day I wait and wait.. Ah, who is there? Who calls? Who calls? The gold Ladder of my long hair I loose and wait..and wait.. Ah, who is there? She left at dawn..I am blind In the tangle of my long hair.. Is it she? the witch? the witch? ... »

Aubade By Adelaide Crapsey

Aubade By Adelaide Crapsey

Aubade The morning is new and the skies are fresh washed with light, The day cometh in with the sun and I awake laughing. Hasten, belov`ed! For see, while you were yet sleeping The cool and virgin feet of dawn went soundless over grey meadows, And the earth is requickened under her touch. The vision... »

My Birds That Fly No Longer By Adelaide Crapsey

My Birds That Fly No Longer By Adelaide Crapsey

My Birds That Fly No Longer Have yet forgot, sweet birds, How near the heaven’s lie? Drooping, sick-pinion’d, oh Have yet forgot the sky? The air that once I knew Whispered celestial things; I weep who hear no more Upward and rushing wings. »

The Mother Exultant By Adelaide Crapsey

The Mother Exultant By Adelaide Crapsey

The Mother Exultant 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 the hour of the vintag... »

Dirge By Adelaide Crapsey

Dirge By Adelaide Crapsey

Dirge Never the nightingale, Oh, my dear, Never again the lark Thou wilt hear; Though dusk and the morning still Tap at thy window-sill, Though ever love call and call Thou wilt not hear at all, My dear, my dear. »

Tears. By Adelaide Crapsey

Tears. By Adelaide Crapsey

Tears. The immemorial grief of all years Burdes my heart sorely, and the years Of slow eternal crying stain my cheeks. Forever and forever my soul speaks Saying: I am thy self: Look on me – And weep. Never and never shalt thou be As I. Weep; for weeping and hard pain Of loss measure joy of las... »

Vendor’s Song By Adelaide Crapsey

Vendor’s Song By Adelaide Crapsey

Vendor’s Song 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, sweet maid!... »

Mad Song By Adelaide Crapsey

Mad Song By Adelaide Crapsey

Mad Song Grey gaolers are my griefs That will not let me free; The bitterness of tears Is warder unto me. I may not leap or run; I may not laugh nor sing. ‘Thy cell is small,’ they say, ‘Be still thou captived thing.’ But in the dusk of the night, Too sudden-swift to see, Clo... »

The Lonely Death By Adelaide Crapsey

The Lonely Death By Adelaide Crapsey

The Lonely Death In the cold I will rise, I will bathe In waters of ice; myself Will shiver, and shrive myself, Alone in the dawn, and anoint Forehead and feet and hands; I will shutter the windows from light, I will place in their sockets the four Tall candles and set them aflame In the grey of the... »

Doom By Adelaide Crapsey

Doom By Adelaide Crapsey

Doom Peter stands by the gate, And Michael by the throne. ‘Peter, I would pass the gate And come before the throne.’ ‘Whose spirit prayed never at the gate In life nor at the throne, In death he may not pass the gate To come before the throne:’ Peter said from the gate; Said ... »

Song By Adelaide Crapsey

Song By Adelaide Crapsey

Song I make my shroud, but no one knows — So shimmering fine it is and fair, With stitches set in even rows, I make my shroud, but no one knows. In door-way where the lilac blows, Humming a little wandering air, I make my shroud and no one knows, So shimmering fine it is and fair. »

To The Dead In The Grave-Yard Under My Window By Adelaide Crapsey

To The Dead In The Grave-Yard Under My Window By Adelaide Crapsey

To The Dead In The Grave-Yard Under My Window 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; I watch all night and not one ghost... »

John-A-Dreams By Adelaide Crapsey

John-A-Dreams By Adelaide Crapsey

John-A-Dreams — A laggard in the rear of time’s swift feet, And one who loiters on an aimless way Through lands he knows not; lured by birds to stray In secret paths where silence holds the beat And rust ascending wings. Roads meet; He turns by hazard of some far-glimpsed spray Of blosso... »

The Event. By Adelaide Crapsey

The Event. By Adelaide Crapsey

The Event. Lo, how they weave – the imperturbable three – Those threads that are my destiny: Steadily at the eternal task they’re bent Industrious . . . indifferent . . . Weave, Fates! And what your spinstry weaves I’ll forthwith wear And if it clothe me for the day or death&... »

Cradle Song By Adelaide Crapsey

Cradle Song By Adelaide Crapsey

Cradle Song Madonna, Madonnina Sat by the grey road-side, Saint Joseph her beside, And Our Lord at her breast; Oh they were fain to rest, Mary and Joseph and Jesus, All by the grey road-side. She said, Madonna Mary, ‘I am thirsty, Joseph, and weary, All in the desert wide.’ Then bent dow... »

Rose-Mary Of The Angels By Adelaide Crapsey

Rose-Mary Of The Angels By Adelaide Crapsey

Rose-Mary Of The Angels Little Sister Rose-Marie, Will thy feet as willing-light Run through Paradise, I wonder, As they run the blue skies under, Willing feet, so airy-light? Little Sister Rose-Marie Will thy voice as bird-note clear Lift and ripple over Heaven As its mortal sound is given, Swift b... »

Warning To The Mighty By Adelaide Crapsey

Warning To The Mighty By Adelaide Crapsey

Warning To The Mighty 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.’ »

Lo, All The Way By Adelaide Crapsey

Lo, All The Way By Adelaide Crapsey

Lo, All The Way Lo, All the Way, Look you, I said, the clouds will break, the sky Grow clear, the road Be easier for my travelling the field, So sodden and dead, Will shimmer with new green and starry bloom, And there will be, There wil be then, with all serene and fair, Some little while For some l... »

The Fiddler By Adelaide Crapsey

The Fiddler By Adelaide Crapsey

The Fiddler ‘There’s be no roof to shelter you; You’ll have no where to lay your head. And who will get your food for you? Star-dust pays for no man’s bread. So, Jacky, come give me your fiddle If ever you mean to thrive.’ ‘I’ll have the skies to shelter me,... »

Cinquains By Adelaide Crapsey

Cinquains By Adelaide Crapsey

Cinquains Fate Defied As it Were tissue of silver I’ll wear, O fate, thy grey, And go mistily radiant, clad Like the moon. Night Winds The old Old winds that blew When chaos was, what do They tell the clattered trees that I Should weep? The Warning Just now, Out of the strange Still dusk . . .... »

The Crucifixion By Adelaide Crapsey

The Crucifixion By Adelaide Crapsey

The Crucifixion And the centurion who stood by said: Truly this was a son of God. Not long ago but everywhere I go There is a hill and a black windy sky. Portent of hill, sky, day’s eclipse I know; Hill, sky, the shuddering darkness, these am I. The dying at His right hand, at His left, I am &... »

The Witch By Adelaide Crapsey

The Witch By Adelaide Crapsey

The Witch 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... »

Milking Time By Adelaide Crapsey

Milking Time By Adelaide Crapsey

Milking Time Heard ye the maidens Went through the meadows, Early, O, early, While yet the dew was Wet on the grass? Heard ye the milk-maids Singing and singing? ‘Cushy cow bonny let down your milk, And I will give you a gown of silk, A gown of silk asnd a silver tee, If you will let down your... »

The Cry Of The Nymph To Eros By Adelaide Crapsey

The Cry Of The Nymph To Eros By Adelaide Crapsey

The Cry Of The Nymph To Eros Hear thou my lamentation, Eros, Aphrodite’s son! My heart is broken and my days are done. Where the woods are dark and the stream runs clear in the dark, Eros! I prayed to thy mother and planted the seeds of her flowers, And smiled at the planting and wept at the p... »

Chimes By Adelaide Crapsey

Chimes By Adelaide Crapsey

Chimes (1) The rose new-opening saith, And the dew of the morning saith, (Fallen leaves and vanished dew) Remember death. Ding dong bell Ding dong bell (2) May-moon thin and young In the sky, Ere you wax and wane I shall die; So my faltering breath, So my tired heart saith, That foretell me death. D... »

The Companions By Adelaide Crapsey

The Companions By Adelaide Crapsey

The Companions Three grey women walk with me Fate and Grief and Memory. My fate brought grief; my grief must be With me through Eternity, Such thy power, memory. Three grey women walk with me. »

The Saying Of Il Haboul By Adelaide Crapsey

The Saying Of Il Haboul By Adelaide Crapsey

The Saying Of Il Haboul 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. »

John Keats By Adelaide Crapsey

John Keats By Adelaide Crapsey

John Keats Meet thou the event And terrible happening of Thine end: for thou are come Upon the remote, cold place Of ultimate dissolution and With dumb, wide look Thou, impotent, dost feel Impotence creeping on Thy potent soul. Yea, now, caught in The aghast and voiceless pain Of Death, thyself doth... »

Autumn By Adelaide Crapsey

Autumn By Adelaide Crapsey

Autumn Fugitive, wistful, Pausing at edge of her going, Autumn, the maiden, turns, Leans to the earth with ineffable Gesture. Ah, more than Spring’s skies her skies shine Tender and frailer Bloom than plum-bloom or almond Lies on her hillsides, her fields, Misted, faint-flushing. Ah, lovelier ... »

Oh Lady, Let The Sad Tears Fall By Adelaide Crapsey

Oh Lady, Let The Sad Tears Fall By Adelaide Crapsey

Oh Lady, Let The Sad Tears Fall 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. »

The Properly Scholarly Attitude By Adelaide Crapsey

The Properly Scholarly Attitude By Adelaide Crapsey

The Properly Scholarly Attitude 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 scholarl... »

Incantation. By Adelaide Crapsey

Incantation. By Adelaide Crapsey

Incantation. O mia Luna! Porta mi fortuna! (You must say it nine times, curtseying, and then wish.) In rose-pale, fading blue of twilight sky, See, the new moon’s thin crescent shining clear; Nine times I’ll curtsey murmuring mystic words, – And wish good fortune to our love, my de... »

Birth-Moment By Adelaide Crapsey

Birth-Moment By Adelaide Crapsey

Birth-Moment Behold her, Running through the waves Eager to reach the land; The water laps her, Sun and wind are on her, Healthy, brine-drenched and young, Behold Desire new-born;- Desire on first fulfillment’s radiant edge, Love at miraculous moment of emergence, This is she, Who running, Has... »

Pierrot By Adelaide Crapsey

Pierrot By Adelaide Crapsey

Pierrot For Aubrey Beardsley’s picture Pierrot is dying: Tiptoe in, Finger touched to lip, Harlequin, Columbine and Clown. Hugh! how still he lies In his bed, White slipped hand and white Sunker head. Oh, poor Pierrot. There’s his dressing gown Across the chair, Slippers in the floor. . ... »

The Parting. By Adelaide Crapsey

The Parting. By Adelaide Crapsey

The Parting. 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 is dead, If such were true, for grace o... »

Harvester’s Song By Adelaide Crapsey

Harvester’s Song By Adelaide Crapsey

Harvester’s Song 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. »

Avis By Adelaide Crapsey

Avis By Adelaide Crapsey

Avis Avis, the fair, at dawn Rose lightly from her bed, Herself arrayed, Avis, the fait, the maid, In vestiment of lawn; Across the fields she sped, Five flowerets there she found, In fragrant garland wound, Avis, the fair, ar dawn, Five roses red. Go thou from thence of thy pity! Thou lov’st ... »

Narcissus By Adelaide Crapsey

Narcissus By Adelaide Crapsey

Narcissus ‘Boy, lying Where the long grass Edges the pool’s brim, What do you watch There in the water? The blue Colour of Heaven Mirrored, repeated? the brown Tree-trunks and branches Waveringly imaged? These, Boy, do you watch?’ ‘Nay but mine eyes; Nay but the trouble Deep ... »

The Mourner By Adelaide Crapsey

The Mourner By Adelaide Crapsey

The Mourner 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. Where cypresses, mor... »

Hypnos, God Of Sleep By Adelaide Crapsey

Hypnos, God Of Sleep By Adelaide Crapsey

Hypnos, God Of Sleep The shadowy boy of night Crosses the dusking land; He sows his poppy-seeds With steady, gentle hand. The shadowy boy of night Young husbandman of dreams, Garners his gracious blooms By far and moonlit streams. »

Angelique By Adelaide Crapsey

Angelique By Adelaide Crapsey

Angelique A flickering light near spent Her pale hand bore. Have you seen Angelique? Will she know the place Dead feet must find, The grave-cloth on her face To make her blind? Have you seen Angelique. . At night I hear her moan, And I shiver in my bed; She wanders all alone, She cannot find the dea... »

Night By Adelaide Crapsey

Night By Adelaide Crapsey

Night I have minded me Of the noon-day brightness, And the cricket’s drowsy Singing in the sunshine. . I have minded me Of the slim marsh-grasses That the winds at twilight, Dying, scarcely ripple. . And I cannot sleep. I have minded me Of a lily-pond, Where the waters sway All the moonlit lea... »

The Plaint By Adelaide Crapsey

The Plaint By Adelaide Crapsey

The Plaint 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 Tune`d charm of happy notes; Shepherd, shepherd, pipe a shrill A jocound pipe o’er va... »

Fresher By Adelaide Crapsey

Fresher By Adelaide Crapsey

Fresher Than spring’s new scents The winter’s earliest wind Blows from the hills the first faint breath Of Snow. Why have I thought the dew Ephemeral when I Shall rest so short a time, myself, On earth? »

As I Went By Adelaide Crapsey

As I Went By Adelaide Crapsey

As I Went As I went, as I went Over the mountains, I heard, I heard, Through cloud-wreath and mist, A hound that was baying – Death.. it was death. As I went, as I went Over the meadows, I heard, I heard, From thicket, from shadow, A hidden bird fluting – Death.. it was death. As I went,... »

Perfume Of Youth By Adelaide Crapsey

Perfume Of Youth By Adelaide Crapsey

Perfume Of Youth (Girl’s Song) In Babylon, in Nineveh, And long ago, and far away, The lilies and the lotus blew That are my sweet of youth to-day. From those high gardens of the Gods That eyes of men may never see, The amaranth and asphodel Immortal odours shed on me. In vial of my early year... »

The Monk In The Garden By Adelaide Crapsey

The Monk In The Garden By Adelaide Crapsey

The Monk In The Garden He comes from Mass early in the morning The sky’s the very blue Madonna wears; The air’s alive with gold! Mark you the way The birds sing and the dusted shimmer of dew On leaf and fruit?..Per Bacco, what a day! »