One Day And Another: A Lyrical Eclogue – Part III (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
LATE SUMMER _Heat lightning flickers in one cloud, As in a flow'r a firefly; Some rain-drops, that the rose-bush bowed, Jar through the leaves ...
LATE SUMMER _Heat lightning flickers in one cloud, As in a flow'r a firefly; Some rain-drops, that the rose-bush bowed, Jar through the leaves ...
The eve now came; and shadows cowled the way Like somber palmers, who have kneeled to pray Beside a wayside shrine, and ...
LATE SPRING _The mottled moth at eventide Beats glimmering wings against the pane; The slow, sweet lily opens wide, White in the dusk like ...
EARLY SUMMER _The cricket in the rose-bush hedge Sings by the vine-entangled gate; The slim moon slants a timid edge Of pearl through one ...
I met him here at Ammendorf one Spring. It was the end of April and the Harz, Veined to their ruin-crested summits, ...
LATE AUTUMN _They who die young are blest.-- Should we not envy such? They are Earth's happiest, God-loved and favored much!-- They who die young ...
WINTER _We, whom God sets a task, Striving, who ne'er attain, We are the curst!--who ask Death, and still ask in vain. We, whom God ...
From the terrace here, where the hills indent, You can see the uttermost battlement Of the castle there; the Cliffords' home; Where the ...
IThe hills are full of propheciesAnd ancient voices of the dead;Of hidden shapes that no man sees,Pale, visionary presences,That speak ...
_In Commemoration of the Founding of the Massachusetts Bay Colony in the Year 1623._ I. They who maintained their rights, Through storm and stress, And ...
It all comes back as the end draws near; All comes back like a tale of old! Shall I tell you all? ...
Here on this jutting headland, where the trees Spread a dusk carpet for the sun to cast And count his golden guineas ...
Wild ridge on ridge the wooded hills arise,Between whose breezy vistas gulfs of skiesPilot great clouds like towering argosies,And hawk ...
TO J. FOX, JR. You remember how the mist, When we climbed to Devil's Den, Pearly in the mountain glen, And above us, amethyst, Throbbed ...
Do you know the way that goes Over fields of rue and rose,-- Warm of scent and hot of hue, Roofed with heaven's ...
I. SPRING ON THE HILLSAh, shall I follow, on the hills,The Spring, as wild wings follow?Where wild-plum trees make wan ...
See! the milk-white doe is wounded. He will follow as it bounds Through the woods. His horn has sounded. Echoing, for his men ...
I.STARS. The fields of space gleam bright, as if some ancient giant, old As the moon and her extinguished mountains, Had dipped his ...
There are moments when, as missions, God reveals to us strange visions; When, within their separate stations, We may see the Centuries, Like revolving ...
Once more the June with her great moon Poured harvest o'er the golden fields; Once more her days in hot, bright shields She ...
I. Now Lucifer ignites her taper bright To greet the wild-flowered Dawn, Who leads the tasseled Summer draped with light Down heaven's gilded lawn. Hark ...
IBeyond the Northern Lights, in regions hauntedOf twilight, where the world is glacier planted,And pale as Loki in his cavern ...
Cast on sleep there came to me Three Urgandas; and the sea In lost lands of Briogne Sounded moaning, moaning: Cloudy clad in awful ...
I. The quickening East climbs to yon star, That, cradled, rocks herself in morn; The liquid silver broad'ning far Dawn drencheth cliff, holt, down ...
In some quaint Nurnberg maler-atelierUprummaged. When and where was never clearNor yet how he obtained it. When, by whom'Twas painted—who ...
ITEMPESTWrapped round of the night, as a monster is wrapped of the ocean,Down, down through vast storeys of darkness, behold, ...
"I rode to death, for I fought for shame--The Lady Maurine of noble name,"The fair and faithless!--Though life be longIs ...
There is the ruined water-mill With its rotten wheel, that stands as still As its image that sleeps in the glassy pool Where ...
What ogive gates from gold of Ophir wrought, What walls of bastioned Parian, lucid rose, What marts of crystal, for the eyes ...
I. Ai me! why stood I on the bent When Summer wept o'er dying June! I saw the Fairy Folk ride faint Aneath the ...
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