_And one, perchance, will read and sigh:
“What aimless songs! Why will he sing
Of nature that drags out her woe
Through wind and rain, and sun, and snow,
From miserable spring to spring?”
Then put me by._
_And one, perhaps, will read and say:
“Why write of things across the sea;
Of men and women, far and near,
When we of things at home would hear–
Well, who would call this poetry?”
Then toss away._
_A hopeless task have we, meseems,
At this late day; whom fate hath made
Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled
With kindred yearnings, try to build
A tower like theirs, that will not fade,
Out of our dreams._
(Madison Julius Cawein)
More Poetry from Madison Julius Cawein:
Madison Julius Cawein Poems based on Topics: Dreams, Nature, Sadness, Man, Spring, Snow, Woman, Home, Literature, Poetry- One Day And Another: A Lyrical Eclogue - Part III (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
- Accolon Of Gaul: Part III (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
- One Day And Another: A Lyrical Eclogue - Part I (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
- Accolon Of Gaul: Part I (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
- Accolon Of Gaul: Part II (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
- One Day And Another: A Lyrical Eclogue - Part II (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)