Old Love by Adelaide Crapsey More dim than wining moon Thy face, mort faint Than is the falling wind Thy voice, yet do Thine eyes most strangely glow, Thou host . . thou ghost. Tags: love poemlove poemslove poems for herlove poetrypoems about loveromantic poemsShort PoemsRate this poem: Report SPAM Reviews Post review No reviews yet. Report violation Log in or register to post comments
