The Lonely Land (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
A RIVER binds the lonely land,A river like a silver band,To crags and shores of yellow sand.It is a place ...
A RIVER binds the lonely land,A river like a silver band,To crags and shores of yellow sand.It is a place ...
IThe mellow smell of hollyhocksAnd marigolds and pinks and phloxBlends with the homely garden scentsOf onions, silvering into rods;Of peppers, ...
I. The cactus and the aloe bloom Beneath the window of your room; Your window where, at evenfall, Beneath the twilight's first pale star, You ...
A song of Long Ago: Sing it lightly--sing it low-- Sing it softly--like the lisping of the lips we used to know When ...
When merry milkmaids to their cattle call At evenfall And voices rangeLoud through the gloam from grange to quiet grange,Wild waif-songs from ...
Oh, Powers of Love, if still you leanAbove a world so black with hate,Where yet--as it has ever been--The loving ...
This is the sign!This flooding splendour, golden and hyaline,This sun a golden sea on hill and plain, --That God forgets ...
Exquisite stillness! What serenitiesOf earth and air! How bright atop the wallThe stonecrop's fire and beyond the precipiceHow huge, how ...
In dreadful times of tears and warShe sails, a little fixed star,Or like a little ship she glidesWith gentle winds ...
The evenfall, so slow on hills, hath shotFar down into the valley's cold extreme,Untimely midnight; spire and roof and streamLike ...
Within the doorway of your room to-nightI stood, and saw your little treasures allSet out beneath the golden candle-light,While silver ...
Fields of lucerne and waving wheat,White-washed sheds, and cottage neat,Nesting orchards and mulberry trees,Scented flowers round hives of bees,With the ...
O that 'twere possible After long grief and pain To find the arms of my true love ...
A blessing on the Art that dares(Cold critic, call it what you may!)Bring precious things to common homes;A blessing fall ...
I dream of the ancient wonders, of the isle of Hy Brasail That rides through the mists of Mayo, then ...
At rest amid the flush of golden corn, When rest is short and sweet;At rest from toil begun at early ...
IF while I sit flatter'd by this warm sun Death came to me, and kiss'd my mouth and brow, And ...
The Sons of Mary seldom bother, for they have inherited that good part; But the Sons of Martha favour their ...
Could Fate ordain a lot for me Beyond all human ills, I think that I would choose to be A ...
When day is done I steal away To fold my hands in rest, And of my hours this moment grey ...
Down by a shining water well I found a very little dell, No higher than my head. The heather and ...
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