One Day And Another: A Lyrical Eclogue – Part IV (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
LATE AUTUMN _They who die young are blest.-- Should we not envy such? They are Earth's happiest, God-loved and favored much!-- They who die young ...
LATE AUTUMN _They who die young are blest.-- Should we not envy such? They are Earth's happiest, God-loved and favored much!-- They who die young ...
WINTER _We, whom God sets a task, Striving, who ne'er attain, We are the curst!--who ask Death, and still ask in vain. We, whom God ...
_In Commemoration of the Founding of the Massachusetts Bay Colony in the Year 1623._ I. They who maintained their rights, Through storm and stress, And ...
IWho cometh over the hills,Her garments with morning sweet,The dance of a thousand rillsMaking music before her feet?Her presence freshens ...
IDeep, smoldering colors of the land and seaBurn in these stones, that, by some mystery,Wrap fire in sleep and never ...
From an ode "In Commemoration of the Founding of theMassachusetts Bay Colony."The morn that breaks its heart of goldAbove the ...
As it has for so longcome wind and all weatherthe house glimmers amongthe mists of a littleriver that splinters, itseems, ...
IMy soul goes out to her who says,"Come, follow me and cast off care!"Then tosses back her sun-bright hair,And like ...
IThen up the orient heights to the zenith, that balanced the crescent,--Up and far up and over,--the heaven grew erubescent,Vibrant ...
_From "Rammon."_Through storms you reach them and from storms are free. Afar descried, the foremost drear in hue,But, nearer, green; and, on ...
"1.WARMING UP THE BOXdelivered on time to persons with city & state line bearing only the words DEATH CITY - ...
I said—''Tis very late we meet;'A guest long since has filled each seat 'About my hearth; yet rest'A little while ...
On the tender myrtle-branches, In the meadow lotus-grass?d,While the wearied sunlight softly To the Happy Islands pass?d,—Reddest lips the reddest ...
Who shall declare the joy of the running! Who shall tell of the pleasures of flight! Springing and spurning the ...
DEVOUTEST of my Sunday friends, The patient Organ-blower bends; I see his figure sink and rise, (Forgive me, Heaven, my ...
They lie in parallel rows, on ice, head to tail, each a foot of luminosity barred with black bands, which ...
A Song in Chinese Tapestries "How, how," he said. "Friend Chang," I said, "San Francisco sleeps as the dead- Ended ...
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