 | The Complete Poems and Collected Letters of Adelaide Crapsey |  |
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.
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