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 ...
I.1EVEN as water to him who thirsts wayfaring, dust-dry and burning,After sore heat and long stumbling in courses with never ...
IDeep, smoldering colors of the land and seaBurn in these stones, that, by some mystery,Wrap fire in sleep and never ...
IT is sweet to rejoice for a day,-For a day that is reached at last!It is well for wanderers in ...
(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 ...
Sleep is a spirit, who beside us sits, Or through our frames like some dim glamour flits; From out her form a ...
IThe tripod flared with a purple spark,And the mist hung emerald in the dark:Now he stooped to the lilac flameOver ...
Day by day, As if in May,We sail Azzano's beautiful bay; High and low The mountains showLuminous fields of stainless snow,But the air ...
At eve from the Pilgrim's lofty deck,As we cleave through the waveless Sound,I gaze on a hamlet's spire a speckFar ...
The courtly serenaders, The beauteous listeners,Sit idling 'neath the branches A balmy zephyr stirs.It's Tircis and Aminta, Clitandre,—ever there!—Damis, of melting sonnets To many ...
In a fragile vaseIn your chamber arePreserved butterfliesThat when touched byA brilliant sun rayTurn to mother-of-pearl,Pieces of iridescentEvening skyOr opaline ...
I.IN the beautiful Castleton Island a mansion of lordly style,Embowered in gardens and lawns, looks over the glimmering bay.In the ...
Over the radiant ridges borne out on the offshore wind, I have sailed as a butterfly sails whose priming wings ...
With a turn of his magical rod,That extended and suddenly shone,From the round of his glory some godLooks forth and ...
Late in the day the fogwrung itself out like a spongein glades of rain,sieving the half-invisiblecove with speartips;then, in a ...
I know a country laced with roads, They join the hills and they span the brooks, They weave like a ...
Over the radiant ridges borne out on the offshore wind, I have sailed as a butterfly sails whose priming wings ...
I know a village in a far-off land Where from a sunny, mountain-girdled plain With tinted walls a space on ...
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