Self And Soul (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
It came to me in my sleep, And I rose from my sleep and went Out in the night to weep, Over the ...
It came to me in my sleep, And I rose from my sleep and went Out in the night to weep, Over the ...
Mine enemy builded well, with the soft blue hills in sight;But betwixt his house and the hills I builded a house ...
This morning I got up before the sunHad seized the hill,And scrambled heart-hot, noisy, past each oneIn sleep laid still.There ...
I Cut a staff in a churchyard copse, I clad myself in ragged things,I set a feather in my cap That fell ...
She rose in moonlight, and stood, confronting sea, With her bare arms uplifted, And lifted her voice in the silence ...
HIM, wounded, shackled, pricked with spears,they dragged and goaded through thetown.Up the soaked hill 'neath dripping boughs, acrosssteep ditches slipping ...
You read-what is it, then that you are reading?What music moves so silently in your mind?Your bright hand turns the ...
It was noon by the sun; we had finished our game,And was passin' remarks goin' back to our claim;Jones was ...
IHe sat with his foolish mouth agape at the golden glare of the sea,And his wizened ...
Down crumbling steps I galloped fast;Swart cliffs and gullies on each handEngulfed the night; dry, yellow sand,Far-strewn with wreckage, gaped ...
HERE, Earth-born, over the lilt of the water, Lisping its music and bearing a burden of light, Bosoming day as ...
Oh, I dance upon the lawn in the cold, white dawn, And I gloat upon the corpses of a countless ...
She waited in a rose-hued room;A wanton-hearted creature she,But beautiful and bright to seeAs some great orchid just in bloom.Upon ...
The rain and the wind, the wind and the rain -- They are with us like a disease: They worry ...
TO serve the shop as 'prentice was the lot; Of one who had the name of Nicaise got; A lad ...
either peace or happiness, let it enfold you when i was a young man I felt these things were dumb,unsophisticated. ...
You read-what is it, then that you are reading? What music moves so silently in your mind? Your bright hand ...
THEY all climbed up on a high board-fence--- Nine little Goblins, with green-glass eyes--- Nine little Goblins that had no ...
for Brenda Williams The dawn cracked with ice, with fire grumbling in the grate, With ire in the homes we ...
To Dawson Town came Percy Brown from London on the Thames. A pane of glass was in his eye, and ...
THE SINS of Kalamazoo are neither scarlet nor crimson. The sins of Kalamazoo are a convict gray, a dishwater drab. ...
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