Music (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
Thou, oh, thou!Thou of the chorded shell and golden plectrum! thouOf the dark eyes and pale pacific brow!Music, who by ...
Thou, oh, thou!Thou of the chorded shell and golden plectrum! thouOf the dark eyes and pale pacific brow!Music, who by ...
IThere is no rhyme that is half so sweetAs the song of the wind in the rippling wheat;There is no ...
"Teach me the wisdom of thy beauty, pray, That, being thus wise, I may aspire to see What beauty is, whence, why, ...
WHEN pearl and gold, o'er deeps of musk,The moon curves, silvering the dusk,-As in a garden, dreaming,A lily slips its ...
IWhere hast thou folded thy pinions, Spirit of Dreams?Hidden elusive garments Woven of gleams?In what divine dominions, Brighter than day,Far from the world's ...
Her heart is still and leaps no moreWith holy passion when the breeze,Her whilom playmate, as before,Comes with the language ...
THERE is a house beside a way,Where dwells a ghost of Yesterday:The old face of a beauty, faded,Looks from its ...
THERE is a glory in the apple boughs Of silver moonlight; like a torch of myrrh, Burning upon an altar of sweet ...
IFirst I asked the honeybee,Busy in the balmy bowers;Saying, "Sweetheart, tell it me:Have you seen her, honeybee?She is cousin to ...
I. You say I do not love you!--Tell me why, When I have gazed a little on your face, And then gone forth ...
Sad-hearted spirit of the solitudes,Who comest through the ruin-wedded woods!Gray-gowned with fog, gold-girdled with the gloomOf tawny twilights; burdened with ...
COME in, old Ghost of all that used to be! -You find me old,And love grown cold,And fortune fled to ...
IUnder rocks whereon the roseLike a streak of morning glows;Where the azure-throated newtDrowses on the twisted root;And the brown bees, ...
To it the forest tells The mystery that haunts its heart and folds Its form in cogitation deep, that holds The shadow of ...
SHUT it out of the heart - this grief,O Love, with the years grown old and hoary!And let in joy ...
Day after Day, young with eternal beauty, Pays flowery duty to the month and clime; Night after night erects a vasty portal Of ...
The gods are dead; but still for meLives on in wildwood brook and treeEach myth, each old divinity.For me still ...
What magic shall solve us the secret Of beauty that's born for an hour?That gleams like the flight of an egret, Or ...
Around, the stillness deepened; then the grainWent wild with wind; and every briery laneWas swept with dust; and then, tempestuous ...
There is nothing that eases my heart so much As the wind that blows from the purple hills; 'Tis a hand of ...
ONE blossoming rose-tree, like a beautiful thoughtNursed in a broken mind, that waits and schemes,Survives, though shattered, and about it ...
Can one resolve and hunt it from one's heart? This love, this god and fiend, that makes a hell Of many a ...
All through the tepid Summer night The starless sky had poured a cool Monotony of pleasant rain In music beautiful. And for an hour ...
To come in touch with mysteries Of beauty idealizing Earth, Go seek the hills, grown old with trees, The old hills wise with ...
In the frail hepaticas,—That the early Springtide tossed,Sapphire-like, along the waysOf the woodlands that she crossed,—I behold, with other eyes,Footprints ...
A sense of sadness in the golden air;A pensiveness, that has no part in care,As if the Season, by some ...
Teach me the secret of thy loveliness,That, being made wise, I may aspire to beAs beautiful in thought, and so ...
Thou art the music that I hear in sleep, The poetry that lures me on in dreams; The magic, thou, that holds ...
I. As some warm moment of repose In one rich rose Sums all the summer's lovely bloom And pure perfume-- So did her soul epitomize All ...
In heavens of rivered blue, that sunset dyes With glaucous flame, deep in the west the Day Stands Midas-like; or, wading on ...
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