Heat (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
I Now is it as if Spring had never been, And Winter but a memory and dream, Here where the Summer stands, her ...
I Now is it as if Spring had never been, And Winter but a memory and dream, Here where the Summer stands, her ...
I. The juice-big apples' sullen gold, Like lazy Sultans laughed and lolled 'Mid heavy mats of leaves that lay Green-flatten'd 'gainst the glaring day; And ...
Over the hills, as the pewee flies, Under the blue of the Southern skies; Over the hills, where the red-bird wings Like a ...
A RIVER binds the lonely land,A river like a silver band,To crags and shores of yellow sand.It is a place ...
A mile of lane,--hedged high with iron-weeds And dying daisies,--white with sun, that leads Downward into a wood; through which a stream Steals ...
IThe mellow smell of hollyhocksAnd marigolds and pinks and phloxBlends with the homely garden scentsOf onions, silvering into rods;Of peppers, ...
She passed the thorn-trees, whose gaunt branches tossedTheir spider-shadows round her; and the breeze,Beneath the ashen moon, was full of ...
Thou pulse of hotness, who, with reedlike breast,Makest meridian music, long and loud,Accentuating summer!—Dost thy bestTo make the sunbeams fiercer, ...
The wild oxalis Among the valleys Lifts up its chalice Of pink and pearl; And, balsam-breathing, From out their sheathing, The myriad wreathing Green leaves uncurl. The whole ...
Below the sunset's range of rose,Below the heaven's deepening blue,Down woodways where the balsam blows,And milkweed tufts hang, gray with ...
The "happy year" of 1914AN hour from dawn:The snow sweeps onAs it swept with sleet last night:The Earth aroundBreathes never ...
IAbove lone woodland ways that ledTo dells the stealthy twilights treadThe west was hot geranium red;And still, and still,Along old ...
Lush green the grass that grows betweenThe willows of the bottom-land;Verged by the careless water, tall and green,The brown-topped cat-tails ...
There is a place hung o'er of summer boughsAnd dreamy skies wherein the gray hawk sleeps;Where water flows, within whose ...
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