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ADELAIDE CRAPSEY
You whom Death wrung
That you might thus achieve
Crystalline drops of beauty,
Do not grieve
That from the sun-drenched purple places
They gathered you so soon . . .
That you might thus achieve
Crystalline drops of beauty,
Do not grieve
That from the sun-drenched purple places
They gathered you so soon . . .
Envy us not who may,
With withered faces,
Watch the gray night suspend a haggard moon.
With withered faces,
Watch the gray night suspend a haggard moon.
Emmy Veronica Sanders
Poetry, A Magazine of Verse
Poetry, A Magazine of Verse
THE GREAT EVENT
The trivial, the small,
Make up our lives;
And yet there comes to all
One great event
That lifts the veriest thrall
Pre-eminent,—
Death, the imperative call
That none survives!
Make up our lives;
And yet there comes to all
One great event
That lifts the veriest thrall
Pre-eminent,—
Death, the imperative call
That none survives!
Harper's MagazineClinton Scollard
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