Voyagers (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
Where are they, that song and taleTell of? lands our childhood knew?Sea-locked Faerylands that trailMorning summits, dim with dew,Crimson o'er ...
Where are they, that song and taleTell of? lands our childhood knew?Sea-locked Faerylands that trailMorning summits, dim with dew,Crimson o'er ...
The Maple puts her corals on in May,While loitering frosts about the lowlands cling,To be in tune with what the ...
WHAT 'S the brightness of a brow? What 's a mouth of pearls and corals?Beauty vanishes like a vapor, Preach the men ...
WHEN Cap'n Tom comes home, and his sea chestIs opened, oh, the shells that rainbow foamTossed on far shores, by ...
What knight or what vassal will be so bold As to plunge in the gulf below?See! I hurl in its ...
From Schiller"Which of you, knight or squire, will darePlunge into yonder gulf?A golden beaker I fling in it—there!The black mouth ...
A rose in the high garden you desire.A wheel in the pure syntax of steel.The mountain stripped bare of Impressionist ...
AMONG the shallows where the sandIs golden and the waves are small,I love to lie, and to my handHow many ...
601A still - Volcano - Life -That flickered in the night -When it was dark enough to doWithout erasing sight ...
Sea Shell, Sea Shell, Sing me a song, O Please! A song of ships, and sailor men, And parrots, and ...
And reports the derelict Mary Pollock still at sea. SHIPPING NEWS. I was the staunchest of our fleet Till the ...
The jetty changed, when the tide came in turned its course and headed out once more There were pools, caught ...
canaries in the mineshaft modern signs, metaphors, harbingers the web on the brink corals in decline icecaps melting deserts growing ...
Send me some token, that my hope may live, Or that my easeless thoughts may sleep and rest; Send me ...
A still -- Volcano -- Life -- That flickered in the night -- When it was dark enough to do ...
1 Adios, Carenage In idle August, while the sea soft, and leaves of brown islands stick to the rim of ...
After that failed intercourse she asked if something had been wrong. She coiled in muteness and ventured an old book ...
Where once the waters of your face Spun to my screws, your dry ghost blows, The dead turns up its ...
"What knight or what vassal will be so bold As to plunge in the gulf below? See! I hurl in ...
The day that I was christened- It's a hundred years, and more!- A hag came and listened At the white ...
Into the world you sent her, mother, Fashioned her body of coral and foam, Combed a wave in her hair's ...
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