Poem by Adelaide Crapsey

November Night

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

1. Languor after Pain
2. For Lucas Cranach's Eve
3. Triad
4. The Companions
5. Grain Field

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