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. Triad
2. The Companions
3. Hypnos, God of Sleep
4. Languor after Pain
5. The Mother Exultant

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