“The oldOld winds that blewWhen chaos was, what doThey tell the clattered trees that IShould weep?” TreeWindChaos Author:Adelaide Crapsey
“Listen ... With faint dry sound, Like steps of passing ghosts, The leaves, frost-crisp'd, break free from the trees And fall.” FallSoundStepsBreakTreeListeningGhostPassingPassingsDryFrostCrisps Author:Adelaide Crapsey
