Little my lacking fortunes show For this to eat and that to wear; Yet laughing, Soul, and gaily go! An obol pays the Stygian fare. London, 1910Adelaide Cra...
'Let me be young,' the Latmian shepherd prayed, 'And let me have on night-time hills long sleep;' Whom she of Cynthus saw, Heaven's crowne`d maid, And gave h...
I make my shroud, but no one knows -- So shimmering fine it is and fair, With stitches set in even rows, I make my shroud, but no one knows. In door-way wh...
I know Not these my hands And yet I think there was A woman like me once had hands Like these.Adelaide Crapseyhttp://www.poemhunter.com/poem/amaze/...
