Adelaide Crapsey (Аделаида Крапси)

November Night

Listen . . .
With faint dry sound,
Like steps of passing ghosts,
The leaves, frost-crisp'd, break from the trees
And fall.

1. Grain Field
2. Amaze
3. The Companions
4. Cradle Song
5. Hypnos, God of Sleep

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