Sleep Is A Spirit (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
Sleep is a spirit, who beside us sits, Or through our frames like some dim glamour flits; From out her form a ...
Sleep is a spirit, who beside us sits, Or through our frames like some dim glamour flits; From out her form a ...
I'm sitting alone where the shadows fall In somber groups at the vesper-call, Where tear-dews of night seek the loving rose, Her bosom ...
Joy was in Israel; for all hoped that, now, A three days' journey in the wilderness Verily should they go, ...
In that same moment when at Kohath's gate Paused the bright phantom--chariot,--to the eye Of Sethos, riding moodily alone, Appeared ...
While thus the gentle Aziel, at the sight Of holiness, to thoughts of Heaven recalled, Stood contrite, watchful,--by far different ...
Still, of her course, two hours had night to run; Yet, for departure so had all prepared; So the Egyptians, ...
We'll think on thee, when Spring's fresh galeBreathes softly o'er the violets' bed -We'll think on thee, when Autumn paleWaves ...
A RONDEAU BY COUPERINQuiet form of silent nun,What has given you to my inward eyes?What has marked you, unknown one,In ...
A CHILDModel of thy parent dear,Serious infant worth a fear:In thy unfaultering visage wellPicturing forth the son of Tell,When on ...
Merrily 'mid the faded leaves, O Robin of the bright red breast! Cheerily over the Autumn eaves, Thy note is ...
The patter of rain on the roof,The glint of the sun on the rose;Of life, these the warp and the ...
I saw him on his throne, far in the north, Him ye call Winter, picturing him ever An ...
Picturing Christ at the table sitting with them in the upper room Sharing with them all each one of them ...
A little audience participation, the congregation greeting each other "Hi friend", warm smiles erupting spreading from face to face a ...
Picturing yourself, one of the two walking that dusty road, with Christ, exploring your heart, poured out in the confusion ...
Touching your cool Bronze skin Coursing my fingers Like a reader of Braille, Silently in the dark In our sanctuary ...
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
The garden's full of scented wallflowers, And, save that these stir faintly, nothing stirs; Only a distant bell in hollow ...
One day, whiles that my daylie cares did sleepe, My spirit, shaking off her earthly prison, Began to enter into ...
I O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, ...
Before those cruel twins whom at one birth Incestuous Change bore to her father Time, Error and Truth, had hunted ...
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