The Speckled Trout (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
With rod and line I took my way That led me through the gossip trees, Where all the forest was asway With hurry ...
With rod and line I took my way That led me through the gossip trees, Where all the forest was asway With hurry ...
Summer may come, in sun-blonde splendor,To reap the harvest that Springtime sows;And Fall lead in her old defender, Winter, all huddled ...
A SHADOW glided down the wayWhere sunset groped among the trees,And all the woodland bower, aswayWith trouble of the evening ...
The Blatant Beast saw meadows, made for peace, Sunlit and gently asway, and held them light, Till each green blade grew rigid ...
White fog lifting & falling on mountain-brow Trees moving in rivers of wind ...
SHEPHERD Not the blue-fountained Florida hotel, Bell-capped, bellevued, straight-jacketed and decked With chromium palms and a fromage of moon, Not ...
The restaurants on hot spring evenings Lie under a dense and savage air. Foul drafts and hoots from dunken revelers ...
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