The old Old winds that blew When chaos was, what do They tell the clattered trees that I Should weep?
Adelaide Crapsey, Verses, (1915), "Night Winds".
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
The oldOld winds that blewWhen chaos was, what doThey tell the clattered trees that IShould weep?Adelaide Crapsey
These beThree silent things:The falling snow...the hourBefore the dawn...the mouth of oneJust dead.Adelaide Crapsey
Listen. With faint dry sound, Like steps of passing ghosts, The leaves, frost-crisp'd, break from the trees And fall.Adelaide Crapsey
I knowNot these my handsAnd yet I think there wasA woman like me once had handsLike these.Adelaide Crapsey