The Locust (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
Thou pulse of hotness, who, with reedlike breast,Makest meridian music, long and loud,Accentuating summer!—Dost thy bestTo make the sunbeams fiercer, ...
Thou pulse of hotness, who, with reedlike breast,Makest meridian music, long and loud,Accentuating summer!—Dost thy bestTo make the sunbeams fiercer, ...
Below the somnolence of prayer, Under languid visions I Hear the passions surge and cry:Lust with lust is warring there.Thro' the lassitude ...
It is true that the rivers went nosing like swine,Tugging at banks, until they seemedBland belly-sounds in somnolent troughs,That the ...
Content Primroses,With hearts at rest in your thick leaves' soft care,Peeping as from his mother's lap the childWho courts shy ...
Happiness, to some, elation; Is, to others, mere stagnation. Days of passive somnolence, At its wildest, indolence. Hours of empty ...
I The roaring of Te Whaiau intake weir intrudes as sleep eludes again to soar across the lake on white-tipped, ...
Summer grows old, cold-blooded mother. The insects are scant, skinny. In these palustral homes we only Croak and wither. Mornings ...
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