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The Sun-Dial

Adelaide Crapsey
Every day, 
Every day, 
Tell the hours 
By their shadows, 
By their shadows.

This poem is in the public domain.

Adelaide Crapsey

by this poet

poem
If it 
Were lighter touch 
Than petal of flower resting 
On grass, oh still too heavy it were, 
Too heavy! 
poem
I know 
Not these my hands 
And yet I think there was 
A woman like me once had hands 
Like these. 
poem
Written in a Moment of Exasperation

How can you lie so still? All day I watch 
And never a blade of all the green sod moves 
To show where restlessly you toss and turn, 
And fling a desperate arm or draw up knees 
Stiffened and aching from their long disuse; 
I watch all night and not one ghost comes