Adelaide Crapsey: Cinquains
Updated September 23, 2019 |
Infoplease Staff
As it
Were tissue of silver
I'll wear, O fate, thy grey,
And go mistily radiant, clad
Like the moon.
Were tissue of silver
I'll wear, O fate, thy grey,
And go mistily radiant, clad
Like the moon.
The old
Old winds that blew
When chaos was, what do
They tell the clattered trees that I
Should weep?
Old winds that blew
When chaos was, what do
They tell the clattered trees that I
Should weep?
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