Fate Defied <br /> <br />As it <br />Were tissue of silver <br />I'll wear, O fate, thy grey, <br />And go mistily radiant, clad <br />Like the moon. <br /> <br />Night Winds <br /> <br />The old <br />Old winds that blew <br />When chaos was, what do <br />They tell the clattered trees that I <br />Should weep? <br /> <br />The Warning <br /> <br />Just now, <br />Out of the strange <br />Still dusk . . . as strange, as still . . . <br />A white moth flew . . . Why am I grown <br />So cold?<br /><br />Adelaide Crapsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cinquains/
