Burdock, Blue aconite, And thistle and thorn. .of these Singing I wreathe my pretty wreath O'death.Adelaide Crapseyhttp://www.poemhunter.com/poem/madness-49...
With swift Great sweep of her Magnificent arm my pain Clanged back the doors that shut my soul From life.Adelaide Crapseyhttp://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rele...
All day, all day I brush My golden strands of hair; All day I wait and wait.. Ah, who is there? Who calls? Who calls? The gold Ladder of my long hair...