These be Three silent things: The Falling snow. . . the hour Before the dawn. . . the mouth of one Just dead. Adelaide Crapsey More Quotes by Adelaide Crapsey More Quotes From Adelaide Crapsey Sun and wind and beat of sea, Adelaide Crapsey sea wind travel Listen ... With faint dry sound, Like steps of passing ghosts, The leaves, frost-crisp'd, break free from the trees And fall. Adelaide Crapsey listening tree fall My object to venture the suggestion that an important application of phonetics to metrical problems lies in the study of phonetic word-structure. Adelaide Crapsey venture important lying The oldOld winds that blewWhen chaos was, what doThey tell the clattered trees that IShould weep? Adelaide Crapsey chaos tree wind I knowNot these my handsAnd yet I think there wasA woman like me once had handsLike these. Adelaide Crapsey like-me thinking
