To A Pansy-Violet (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
Found Solitary Among the Hills. I. O pansy-violet, With early April wet, How frail and pure you look Lost in this glow-worm nook Of heaven-holding hills: Down ...
Found Solitary Among the Hills. I. O pansy-violet, With early April wet, How frail and pure you look Lost in this glow-worm nook Of heaven-holding hills: Down ...
The sun shines bright, the morning's fair, The gossamers float on the air, The dew-gems twinkle in the glare, The spider's loom Is closely ...
IThere are faeries, bright of eye,Who the wildflowers' warders are:Ouphes, that chase the firefly;Elves, that ride the shooting-star:Fays, who in ...
Noera, when sad FallHas grayed the fallow;Leaf-cramped the wood-brook's brawlIn pool and shallow;When, by the woodside, tallStands sere the mallow.Noera, ...
The thistledown's flying, though the winds are all still,On the green grass now lying, now mounting the hill,The spring from ...
The fields and lanes show fresh and fain Pranked in the jewels of the rain; And the scent that breathes ...
I wonder if the spell, the mystery,That like a haze about your silence clings,Moulding your void until we seem to ...
I.She stood at Greenwich, motionless amid The ever-shifting crowd of passengers.I marked a big tear quivering on the lid Of ...
Hark where the bells toll, chiming, dull and steady, The clock's slow hand hath reached the appointed time.Well, be it ...
Summers and summers have come, and gone with the flight of the swallow; Sunshine and thunder have been, storm, and ...
I STILL remember how she moved Among the rathe, wild blooms she loved, (When Spring came tip-toe down the slopes, ...
O LIVE! (Thus seems it we should say to our beloved,-- Each held by such slight links, so oft removed ...
The green elm with the one great bough of gold Lets leaves into the grass slip, one by ...
Calm is the morn without a sound, Calm as to suit a calmer grief, ...
The Spring is gone. I have not seen Its fairies tripping on the Block,Arcadians in grey and green, ...
A Rose, in tatters on the garden path, Cried out to God and murmured 'gainst His Wrath, Because a sudden ...
A lake and a fairy boat To sail in the moonlight clear, - And merrily we would float From the ...
Calm is the morn without a sound, Calm as to suit a calmer grief, And only thro' the faded leaf ...
The green elm with the one great bough of gold Lets leaves into the grass slip, one by one, -- ...
Hark where the bells toll, chiming, dull and steady, The clock's slow hand hath reached the appointed time. Well, be ...
I The dawn laughs out on orient hills And dances with the diamond rills; The ambrosial wind but faintly stirs ...
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