Dost thou Not feel them slip, How cold! how cold! the moon's Thin wavering finger-tips, along Thy throat? — Adelaide Crapsey, Verse by Adelaide Crapsey
Dost thou Not feel them slip, How cold! how cold! the moon's Thin wavering finger-tips, along Thy throat? — Adelaide Crapsey, Verse by Adelaide Crapsey
Dost thou Not feel them slip, How cold! how cold! the moon's Thin wavering finger-tips, along Thy throat? — Adelaide Crapsey, Verse by Adelaide Crapsey
Dost thou Not feel them slip, How cold! how cold! the moon's Thin wavering finger-tips, along Thy throat? — Adelaide Crapsey, Verse by Adelaide Crapsey
Dost thou Not feel them slip, How cold! how cold! the moon's Thin wavering finger-tips, along Thy throat? — Adelaide Crapsey, Verse by Adelaide Crapsey
Dost thou Not feel them slip, How cold! how cold! the moon's Thin wavering finger-tips, along Thy throat? — Adelaide Crapsey, Verse by Adelaide Crapsey
Dost thou Not feel them slip, How cold! how cold! the moon's Thin wavering finger-tips, along Thy throat? — Adelaide Crapsey, Verse by Adelaide Crapsey
Dost thou Not feel them slip, How cold! how cold! the moon's Thin wavering finger-tips, along Thy throat? — Adelaide Crapsey, Verse by Adelaide Crapsey
Dost thou Not feel them slip, How cold! how cold! the moon's Thin wavering finger-tips, along Thy throat? — Adelaide Crapsey, Verse by Adelaide Crapsey
Dost thou Not feel them slip, How cold! how cold! the moon's Thin wavering finger-tips, along Thy throat? — Adelaide Crapsey, Verse by Adelaide Crapsey
Dost thou Not feel them slip, How cold! how cold! the moon's Thin wavering finger-tips, along Thy throat? — Adelaide Crapsey, Verse by Adelaide Crapsey
Dost thou Not feel them slip, How cold! how cold! the moon's Thin wavering finger-tips, along Thy throat? — Adelaide Crapsey, Verse by Adelaide Crapsey
Dost thou Not feel them slip, How cold! how cold! the moon's Thin wavering finger-tips, along Thy throat? — Adelaide Crapsey, Verse by Adelaide Crapsey
Dost thou Not feel them slip, How cold! how cold! the moon's Thin wavering finger-tips, along Thy throat? — Adelaide Crapsey, Verse by Adelaide Crapsey
Dost thou Not feel them slip, How cold! how cold! the moon's Thin wavering finger-tips, along Thy throat? — Adelaide Crapsey, Verse by Adelaide Crapsey
Dost thou Not feel them slip, How cold! how cold! the moon's Thin wavering finger-tips, along Thy throat? — Adelaide Crapsey, Verse by Adelaide Crapsey
Dost thou Not feel them slip, How cold! how cold! the moon's Thin wavering finger-tips, along Thy throat? — Adelaide Crapsey, Verse by Adelaide Crapsey
Dost thou Not feel them slip, How cold! how cold! the moon's Thin wavering finger-tips, along Thy throat? — Adelaide Crapsey, Verse by Adelaide Crapsey
Dost thou Not feel them slip, How cold! how cold! the moon's Thin wavering finger-tips, along Thy throat? — Adelaide Crapsey, Verse by Adelaide Crapsey
Dost thou Not feel them slip, How cold! how cold! the moon's Thin wavering finger-tips, along Thy throat? — Adelaide Crapsey, Verse by Adelaide Crapsey
Dost thou Not feel them slip, How cold! how cold! the moon's Thin wavering finger-tips, along Thy throat? — Adelaide Crapsey, Verse by Adelaide Crapsey
Dost thou Not feel them slip, How cold! how cold! the moon's Thin wavering finger-tips, along Thy throat? — Adelaide Crapsey, Verse by Adelaide Crapsey
Dost thou Not feel them slip, How cold! how cold! the moon's Thin wavering finger-tips, along Thy throat? — Adelaide Crapsey, Verse by Adelaide Crapsey
Dost thou Not feel them slip, How cold! how cold! the moon's Thin wavering finger-tips, along Thy throat? — Adelaide Crapsey, Verse by Adelaide Crapsey
Dost thou Not feel them slip, How cold! how cold! the moon's Thin wavering finger-tips, along Thy throat? — Adelaide Crapsey, Verse by Adelaide Crapsey
Dost thou Not feel them slip, How cold! how cold! the moon's Thin wavering finger-tips, along Thy throat? — Adelaide Crapsey, Verse by Adelaide Crapsey
Dost thou Not feel them slip, How cold! how cold! the moon's Thin wavering finger-tips, along Thy throat? — Adelaide Crapsey, Verse by Adelaide Crapsey
Dost thou Not feel them slip, How cold! how cold! the moon's Thin wavering finger-tips, along Thy throat? — Adelaide Crapsey, Verse by Adelaide Crapsey
Dost thou Not feel them slip, How cold! how cold! the moon's Thin wavering finger-tips, along Thy throat? — Adelaide Crapsey, Verse by Adelaide Crapsey
Dost thou Not feel them slip, How cold! how cold! the moon's Thin wavering finger-tips, along Thy throat? — Adelaide Crapsey, Verse by Adelaide Crapsey
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Dost thou Not feel them slip, How cold! how cold! the moon's Thin wavering finger-tips, along Thy throat?

— Adelaide Crapsey, Verse by Adelaide Crapsey
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