Listen... With faint dry sound, Like steps of passing ghosts, The leaves, frost-crisp'd, break free from the trees And fall.
Adelaide Crapsey (1878 - 1914)
Source: November Night
Contributed by: Zaady
These beThree silent things: The Falling snow. . . the hour Before the dawn. . . the mouth of one Just dead.
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