 | The Complete Poems and Collected Letters of Adelaide Crapsey |  |
Clotilda Sings
What is the bitter song that young
Clotilda sings and works all day,
And will not go where lad and lass
Are met in joyous village play?
Clotilda sings and works all day,
And will not go where lad and lass
Are met in joyous village play?
Oh, young Clotilda sings, how clear
How high and sweet for all to hear,—
How high and sweet for all to hear,—
Blossoming plum and cherry,
Flowering apple and quince,
In springtime I was merry,
I've learned weeping since,
Bitter weeping since.
Flowering apple and quince,
In springtime I was merry,
I've learned weeping since,
Bitter weeping since.
Her baby at her woeful breast,
Clotilda sings who hath no rest.
Clotilda sings who hath no rest.
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