Poems by Carolyn Crosby Wilson

In other springs, before I knew your love,
Skies were as blue, as fragrant new cut grass;
A...

I found no beauty in me till you came,
And then I only wondered, sometimes, why
After brief ...

I am at rest in you as housetops drowned
In mistless moonlight, when no wind creeps free
To bl...

Hurt not my heart with too much beauty, night,
Asleep along the moon-gold fields of snow
That...

When I am dead
Lay me not straitly on a lidded bed,
A dark cell, satin walled--
(Satin has a...

When Evening first, rising from day-long rest,
Cups her slow hands 'round Day's too dazzling l...

A draught so precious you have offered me
I dare not lift it now and take my fill,
Lest I shou...

At the feet of his lady the moon
Lies the night,
Aquiver and breathless and bright
With the l...

I who walk in the dark,
Alone beyond all knowing,
Must watch tonight
Glad, sheltered light
...

Spring, teasing cumbrous Winter from her place,
First charms me with her ever changing face,
...