One Day And Another: A Lyrical Eclogue – Part I (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
LATE SPRING _The mottled moth at eventide Beats glimmering wings against the pane; The slow, sweet lily opens wide, White in the dusk like ...
LATE SPRING _The mottled moth at eventide Beats glimmering wings against the pane; The slow, sweet lily opens wide, White in the dusk like ...
EARLY SUMMER _The cricket in the rose-bush hedge Sings by the vine-entangled gate; The slim moon slants a timid edge Of pearl through one ...
IDeep, smoldering colors of the land and seaBurn in these stones, that, by some mystery,Wrap fire in sleep and never ...
All the loud winds were in the garden wood,All shadows joyfuller than lissom houndsDoubled in chasing, all exultant cloudsThat ever ...
(To F. H.)In pale green twilight lands Under the seaHer rainbow palace stands, Irised and opaline; Agate and almondine,Corals and pearly shellsSwept from ...
Day in, day out, or sun or rain,Or sallow leaf, or summer grain,Beneath a wintry morning moonOr through red smouldering ...
IMorn's mystic rose is reddening on the hills,Dawn's irised nautilus makes glad the sea;There is a lyre of flame that ...
When skies are blue and days are bright A kitchen-garden's my delight, Set round with rows of decent box And blowsy girls of ...
That day her eyes were deep as night.She had the motion of the rose,The bird that veers across the light,The ...
The little fires that Nature lights — The scilla's lamp, the daffodil —She quenches, when of stormy nights Her anger whips the ...
Alpha and Omega, sadness and mirth, The springing music, and its wasting breath--The fairest things in life are Death and ...
The leaves dance, the leaves sing,The leaves dance in the breath of the Spring.I bid them dance,I bid them sing,For ...
Athwart the sod which is treading for God * the poet paced with hissplendid eyes;Paradise-verdure he stately passes * to ...
IO wonderful and wing?d flower,That hoverest in the garden-close,Finding, in mazes of the rose,The rapture of a summer hour !O ...
Green wing and ruby throat, What shining spell, what exquisite sorcery,Lured you to float And fight with bees round this ...
THIS is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main,-- The venturous bark that flings On the ...
Whence comes Solace?--Not from seeing What is doing, suffering, being, Not from noting Life's conditions, Nor from heeding Time's monitions; ...
I O the opal and the sapphire of that wandering western sea, And the woman riding high above with bright ...
Among the more irritating minor ideas Of Mr. Homburg during his visits home To Concord, at the edge of things, ...
Prelude Blue storm-clouds in hot heavens of mid-July Hung heavy, brooding over land and sea: Our hearts, a-tremble, throbbed in ...
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