The Willow Bottom (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
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 ...
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 ...
Day after Day, young with eternal beauty, Pays flowery duty to the month and clime; Night after night erects a vasty portal Of ...
Were I an artist, Lydia, I Would paint you as you merit,Not as my eyes, but dreams, descry; Not in the flesh, ...
Loss molds our lives in many ways, And fills our souls with guesses; Upon our hearts sad hands it lays Like some grave ...
A LITTLE child, one night, awoke and cried,"Oh, help me, father! there is something wildBefore me! help me!" Hurrying to ...
The songs Love sang to us are dead:Yet shall he sing to us again,When the dull days are wrapped in ...
Who knows the things they dream, alas! Or feel, who lie beneath the ground? Perhaps the flowers, the leaves, and grass That close ...
THE wind that met her in the park,Came hurrying to my side-It ran to me, it leapt to me,And nowhere ...
The moth and beetle wing aboutThe garden ways of other days;Above the hills, a fiery shoutOf gold, the day dies ...
What magic shall solve us the secret Of beauty that's born for an hour?That gleams like the flight of an egret, Or ...
There are three things of Earth That help us more Than those of heavenly birth That all implore-- Than Love or Faith or Hope, For ...
_And one, perchance, will read and sigh: "What aimless songs! Why will he sing Of nature that drags out her woe Through wind ...
Friend, for the sake of loves we hold in common, The love of books, of paintings, rhyme and fiction; And for the ...
I. There is no flower of wood or lea, No April flower, as fair as she: O white anemone, who hast The wind's wild ...
Clouds of the autumn night, Under the hunter's moon,--Ghostly and windy white,-- Whither, like leaves wild strewn,Take ye your stormy flight?Out of ...
The years, wherein I never knew Such beauty as is yours,--so fraught With truth and kindness looking through Your loveliness,--I count them naught, O ...
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 ...
The wind that breathes of columbinesAnd celandines that crowd the rocks;That shakes the balsam of the pinesWith laughter from his ...
_On reading De Quincey's "Confessions of an Opium Eater."_ I seemed to stand before a temple walled From shadows and night's unrealities; Filled ...
Thou art the music that I hear in sleep, The poetry that lures me on in dreams; The magic, thou, that holds ...
I saw the day like some great monarch die, Gold-couched, behind the clouds' rich tapestries. Then, purple-sandaled, clad in silences Of sleep, through ...
What is it now that I shall seekWhere woods dip downward, in the hills?—A mossy nook, a ferny creek,And May ...
Meseemed that while she played, while lightly yet Her fingers fell, as roses bloom by bloom, I listened--dead within a mighty room Of ...
There in the past I see her as of old,Blue-eyed and hazel-haired, within a roomDim with a twilight of tenebrious ...
SINCE Man first lifted up his eyes to hersAnd saw her vampire beauty, which is lust,All else is dustWithin the ...
THE Season speaks this year of lifeConfusing words of strife,Suggesting weeds instead of fruits and flowersIn all Earth's bowers.With heart ...
His Birthday, October the 7th, 1912RILEY, whose pen has made the world your debtor,Whose Art has kept you young through ...
All things have power to hold us back.Our very hopes build up a wallOf doubt, whose shadow stretches black O'er all.The ...
These have a life that hath no part in death; These circumscribe the soul and make it strong; Between the breathing of ...
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