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Listen.
With faint dry sound,
Like steps of passing ghosts,
The leaves, frost-crisp'd, break from the trees
And fall.

— Adelaide Crapsey Verses (1915)

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My object to venture the suggestion that an important application of phonetics to metrical problems lies in the study of phonetic word-structure.

The old
Old winds that blew
When chaos was, what do
They tell the clattered trees that I
Should weep?

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These be
Three silent things:
The falling snow...the hour
Before the dawn...the mouth of one
Just dead.

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I know
Not these my hands
And yet I think there was
A woman like me once had hands
Like these.

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