Night
by Adelaid Crapsey
I have minded me
Of the noon-day brightness.
And the cricket’s drowsy
Singing in the sunshine…
I have minded me
of the slim marsh grasses
That the winds at twilight,
Dying, scarcely ripple...
And I cannot sleep.
I have minded me
of a lily-pond,
Where the waters sway
All the moonlit leaves
And long curled stems...
And I cannot sleep.

















