My Lady Of Verne (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
It all comes back as the end draws near; All comes back like a tale of old! Shall I tell you all? ...
It all comes back as the end draws near; All comes back like a tale of old! Shall I tell you all? ...
I.Break dull November skies, and makeSunshine over wood and lake,And fill your cells of frosty airWith thousand, thousand welcomes to ...
When the earliest south winds softly blowOver the brown earth, and the waning snowIn the last days of the discrowned ...
Over the fields and the waters there suddenly swept in mid-AprilSomething that seemed like a breath that was blown from ...
Night in Seville, and the twinkle Of stars in the far azure set,The mandolin's torturing tinkle, The click of the castanet!Music and ...
Light!Innumerable ions of light,Kindling, irradiating,All to their foci tending…Light that jingles like anklet chainsOn bevies of little lithe twinkling feet,Or ...
FLOWER of the moon!Still white is her brow whom we worshiped on earth long ago;Yea, purer than pearls in deep ...
The duel of the warring cloudsHath ended with the day;Their scintillant, electric bladesHave ceased their fearful play;The pent up fury ...
Darkness expectant, discreetOnly a lamp here and there,Gloom in the clattering street,Stygian black in the square;Dazzling fascias and fronts,Scintillant sky-scrapers ...
What of this Hour that passesWith a shimmer of gold and blue?O Love, through your crystal glassesWhat seems this hour ...
IF 'twere fair to supposeThat your heart were not taken,That the dew from the rosePetals still were not shaken,I should ...
Harun Omar and Master Hafiz keep your dead beautiful ladies. Mine is a little lovelier than any of your ladies ...
The skies they were ashen and sober; The leaves they were crisp?d and sere— The leaves ...
At dusk, when lowlands where dark waters glide Robe in gray mist, and through the greening hills The hoot-owl calls ...
I saw thee once &mdash once only &mdash years ago: I must not say how many &mdash but not many. ...
DAWN opes her pensive eyes,In the yet starry skies,A roseate blush upon her cheek and brows.Her purple mantle stillLies on ...
I saw, one sultry night above a swamp,The darkness throbbing with their golden pomp!And long my dazzled sight did they ...
NEAR strange, weird temples, where the Ganges' tide Bathes domed Lahore, I watched, by spice-trees fanned, Her agile form in ...
At dusk, when lowlands where dark waters glide Robe in gray mist, and through the greening hills The hoot-owl calls ...
I saw thee once- once only- years ago: I must not say how many- but not many. It was a ...
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