Madison Julius Cawein Poems on Soul (94 Poems)

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 and dimly lie; Among the trees, now low, now loud, The whispering breezes sigh. The place is lone; the night is hushed; Upon … Continue reading →

Accolon Of Gaul: Part III (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)

The eve now came; and shadows cowled the way Like somber palmers, who have kneeled to pray Beside a wayside shrine, and rosy rolled Up the capacious West a grainy gold, Luxuriant fluid, burned thro’ strong, keen skies, Which seemed as towering gates of Paradise Surged … Continue reading →

One Day And Another: A Lyrical Eclogue – Part I (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)

LATE SPRING _The mottled moth at eventide Beats glimmering wings against the pane; The slow, sweet lily opens wide, White in the dusk like some dim stain; The garden dreams on every side And breathes faint scents of rain. Among the flowering stocks they stand: A crimson … Continue reading →

One Day And Another: A Lyrical Eclogue – Part II (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)

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 low cloud of slate; Around dark door and window-ledge Like dreams the shadows wait. And through the summer dusk she goes, On her … Continue reading →

Der Freischutz (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)

He? why, a tall Franconian strong and young, Brown as a walnut the first frost hath hulled; A soul of full endeavor powerful Bound in lithe limbs, knit into grace and strength Of bronze-like muscles elegant, that poised A head like Hope’s; and then the … Continue reading →

The Forester (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)

I met him here at Ammendorf one Spring. It was the end of April and the Harz, Veined to their ruin-crested summits, seemed One pulse of tender green and delicate gold, Beneath a heaven that was like the face Of girlhood waking into motherhood. Along the … Continue reading →

The Moated Manse (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)

I. And now once more we stood within the walls Of her old manor near the riverside; Dead leaves lay rotting in its empty halls, And here and there the ivy could not hide The year-old scars, made by the Royalists’ balls, Around the doorway, … Continue reading →

The Brothers (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)

Not far from here, it lies beyond That low-hilled belt of woods. We’ll take This unused lane where brambles make A wall of twilight, and the blond Brier-roses pelt the path and flake The margin waters of a pond. This is its fence–or that which … Continue reading →

One Day And Another: A Lyrical Eclogue – Part IV (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)

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 are blest._ 1 _Sick and sad, propped among pillows, she sits at her window._ ’Though the dog-tooth violet come With … Continue reading →

One Day And Another: A Lyrical Eclogue – Part V (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)

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 sets a task._ 1 _In the silence of his room. After many days._ All, all are shadows. All must … Continue reading →