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| Poems by Women |
DIRGE
Never the nightingale,
Oh, my dear,
Never again the lark
Thou wilt
hear;
Though dusk and the morning still
Tap at thy window-sill,
Though
ever love call and call
Thou wilt not hear at all,
My dear, my dear.
Adelaide Crapsey [1878-1914]
From: Stevenson, Burton Egbert.
The Home Book of Verse.
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[Author index]
This collection assembled by Jone Johnson Lewis.
Collection © 1999-2002 Jone Johnson Lewis.
Citing poems from these pages:
| Author. "Poem Title." Women's History: Poems by Women. Jone Johnson Lewis, editor. URL: (date of logon) |
