Adelaide Crapsey - AutumnAdelaide Crapsey - Autumn
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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
Is her refusal than
Yielding who pauses with grave
Backward smiling, with light
Unforgettable touch of
Fingers withdrawn. . . Pauses, lo
Vanishes. . fugitive, wistful. . .
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"Ah me… Alas"
(He)
Ah me, my love`s heart,
Like some frail flower, apart,
High, on the cliff`s edge growing,
Touched by unhindered sun to sweeter showing,
Swung by each faint wind`s faintest blowing,
But so, on the cliff`s edge growing,
From man`s reach aloof, apart:
Ah me, my love`s heart!
(She)
Alack, alas, my lover,
As one who would discover
At world`s end his path,
Nor knows at all what fae[umlaut]ry way he hath
Who turneth dreaming into faith
And followeth that near path
His own heart dareth to discover:
Alack, alas, my lover!
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