In The Wood (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
The waterfall, deep in the wood,Talked drowsily with solitude,A soft, insistent sound of foam,That filled with sleep the forest's dome,Where, ...
The waterfall, deep in the wood,Talked drowsily with solitude,A soft, insistent sound of foam,That filled with sleep the forest's dome,Where, ...
The joys that touched thee once, be mine!The sympathies of sky and sea,The friendships of each rock and pine,That made ...
I am a part of all you seeIn Nature; part of all you feel:I am the impact of the beeUpon ...
IThere is no rhyme that is half so sweetAs the song of the wind in the rippling wheat;There is no ...
When the hornet hangs in the hollyhock,And the brown bee drones i' the rose;And the west is a red-streaked four-o'clock,And ...
It was down in the woodland on last Hallowe'en, Where silence and darkness had built them a lair, That I felt the ...
II climbed a forest path and foundA dim cave in the dripping ground,Where dwelt the spirit of cool sound,Who wrought ...
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 ...
The _Summer_ lightning comes and goes In one pale cloud above the hill, As if within its soft repose A burning heart were ...
I.When in the wind the vane turns round, And round, and round;And in his kennel whines the hound;When all the gable ...
THERE is a house beside a way,Where dwells a ghost of Yesterday:The old face of a beauty, faded,Looks from its ...
The day, all fierce with carmine, turns An Indian face towards Earth and dies; The west, like some gaunt vase, inurns Its ashes ...
Not while I live may I forgetThat garden which my spirit trod!Where dreams were flowers, wild and wet,And beautiful as ...
THERE a tattered marigoldAnd dead asters manifold,Showed him where the garden oldOf time bloomed:Briar and thistle overgrewCorners where the rose ...
I. You say I do not love you!--Tell me why, When I have gazed a little on your face, And then gone forth ...
O heart,—that beat the bird's blithe blood,The blithe bird's strain, and understoodThe song it sang to leaf and bud,—What dost ...
I have not seen her face, and yet She is more sweet than any thing Of Earth--than rose or violet That Mayday winds ...
IThere is a field, that leans upon two hills,Foamed o'er of flowers and twinkling with clear rills;That in its girdle ...
Where are they, that song and taleTell of? lands our childhood knew?Sea-locked Faerylands that trailMorning summits, dim with dew,Crimson o'er ...
FEBRILE perfumes as of faded rosesIn the old house speak of love to-day,Love long past; and where the soft day ...
I saw a name carved on a tree -"Julia";A simpler name there could not be-Julia:But seeing it I seemed to ...
LOW, weed-climbed cliffs, o'er which at noonThe sea-mists swoon:Wind-twisted pines, through which the crowGoes winging slow:Dim fields, the sower never ...
THE black night showed its hungry teeth,And gnawed with sleet at roof and pane;Beneath the door I heard it breathe ...
LET us bid the world good-by,Now while sun and cloud's above us,While we've nothing to deny,Nothing but our selves to ...
A Sufi debauchee of dreams Spake this:--From Sodomite to Peri Earth tablets us; we live and are Man's own long commentary. Is one begat ...
A SHADOW glided down the wayWhere sunset groped among the trees,And all the woodland bower, aswayWith trouble of the evening ...
To it the forest tells The mystery that haunts its heart and folds Its form in cogitation deep, that holds The shadow of ...
Its rotting fence one scarcely seesThrough sumac and wild blackberries,Thick elder and the bramble-rose,Big ox-eyed daisies where the beesHang droning ...
WHAT is the gold of mortal-kindTo that men findDeep in the poet's mind! -That magic purseOf Dreams from whichGod builds ...
SHUT it out of the heart - this grief,O Love, with the years grown old and hoary!And let in joy ...
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