Rapunzel
by Adelaide Crapsey
(1878–1914)
All day, all day I brush
My golden strands of hair;
All day I wait and wait...
Ah, who is there?
Who calls? Who calls? The gold
Ladder of my long hair
I loose and wait... and wait...
Ah, who is there?
She left at dawn. . I am blind
In the tangle of my long hair...
Is it she? the witch? the witch?
Ah, who is there?
from Verse (1915)
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