Dusk In The Woods (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
Three miles of trees it is: and ICame through the woods that waited, dumb,For the cool summer dusk to come;And ...
Three miles of trees it is: and ICame through the woods that waited, dumb,For the cool summer dusk to come;And ...
Barefooted boys scud up the street Or skurry under sheltering sheds;And schoolgirl faces, pale and sweet, Gleam from the shawls about their ...
My miserable countrymen, whose wont is once a-year To lounge in watering-places, disagreeable and dear; Who on pigmy Cambrian mountains, ...
To see the clouds his spirit yearned toward so Over new mountains piled and unploughed waves, Back of old-storied spires ...
I think of Mother when I seetall chestnut candles on a tree,my Mother always kept a light,for us when we ...
Over my head, I see the bronze butterfly, Asleep on the black trunk, blowing like a leaf in green shadow. ...
To see the clouds his spirit yearned toward so Over new mountains piled and unploughed waves, Back of old-storied spires ...
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