 | The Complete Poems and Collected Letters of Adelaide Crapsey |  |
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Loneliness.
The earth's all wrapped in gray shroud-mist,Dull gray are sea and sky,
And where the water laps the land
On gray sand-dunes stand I.
Oh, if God there be, his face from me
The rolling gray mists hide;
And if God there be, his voice from me
Is kept by the moan of the tide.
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