One Day And Another: A Lyrical Eclogue – Part II (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
EARLY SUMMER _The cricket in the rose-bush hedge Sings by the vine-entangled gate; The slim moon slants a timid edge Of pearl through one ...
EARLY SUMMER _The cricket in the rose-bush hedge Sings by the vine-entangled gate; The slim moon slants a timid edge Of pearl through one ...
WHAT secret charm, long whispering in mine ear,Allures, attracts, compels, and chains me here,Where murmuring echoes call me to resignTheir ...
I am the Muse who sung alwayBy Jove, at dawn of the first day.Star-crowned, sole-sitting, long I wroughtTo fire the ...
"Purpureos spargam flores."THE wreath that star-crowned Shelley gaveIs lying on thy Roman grave,Yet on its turf young April setsHer store ...
Long since, a dream of heaven I had,And still the vision haunts me oft;I see the saints in white robes ...
DEAR Anna, hast ne'er heard it toldHow florists have the curious powerTo graft on some rude garden-plantA tender and exquisite ...
Where Hudson's wave o'er silvery sandsWinds through the hills afar,Old Cronest like a monarch stands,Crowned with a single star!And there, ...
Lo! he is gone; star-crowned and clean of tears,With Fame's immortal blossoms on his hair.He met Death's kiss; tonight the ...
1.THOU art of this world, Christ. Thou know'st it all;Thou know'st our evens, our morns, our red and gray;How moons, ...
1.WE are a shadow and a shining, we!One moment nothing seems but what we see,Nor aught to rule but common ...
Not as the songs of other landsHer song shall be,Where dim her purple shore-line standsAbove the sea!As erst she stood, ...
Under the cross in the Southern skies, Where the beautiful night like a shadow lies, A fair young life went ...
O beautiful hills in the purple light, That shadow the western sky, I dream of you oft in the silent ...
When shadows pale are sinking in hues the twilight weaves,Upon the golden grain fields of gleaming wheaten sheaves--Upon the emerald ...
The voice of one crying in the wilderness I Beyond; beyond; and yet again ...
With delicate, mad hands, behind his sordid bars, Surely he hath his posies, which they tear and twine; Those scentless ...
I PRELUDE Daughter of Psyche, pledge of that last night When, pierced with pain and bitter-sweet delight, She knew her ...
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