“The Fairy Rade” (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
I. Ai me! why stood I on the bent When Summer wept o'er dying June! I saw the Fairy Folk ride faint Aneath the ...
I. Ai me! why stood I on the bent When Summer wept o'er dying June! I saw the Fairy Folk ride faint Aneath the ...
When fairy-folk sit down to supEach has for plate a buttercup,And for mug a tiny cellOf the delicate blue-bellFilled with ...
THY verse is like a cool and shady well Lying a-dream within some moss-walled close Far from the common way, ...
oWritten at the close of Spring. THE garlands fade that Spring so lately wove, Each simple flower, which she ...
My mother-- preferring the strange to the tame: Dove-note, bone marrow, deer dung, Frog's belly distended with finny young, Leaf-mould ...
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