One Day And Another: A Lyrical Eclogue – Part III (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
LATE SUMMER _Heat lightning flickers in one cloud, As in a flow'r a firefly; Some rain-drops, that the rose-bush bowed, Jar through the leaves ...
LATE SUMMER _Heat lightning flickers in one cloud, As in a flow'r a firefly; Some rain-drops, that the rose-bush bowed, Jar through the leaves ...
The eve now came; and shadows cowled the way Like somber palmers, who have kneeled to pray Beside a wayside shrine, and ...
LATE SPRING _The mottled moth at eventide Beats glimmering wings against the pane; The slow, sweet lily opens wide, White in the dusk like ...
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 ...
He? why, a tall Franconian strong and young, Brown as a walnut the first frost hath hulled; A soul of full endeavor ...
LATE AUTUMN _They who die young are blest.-- Should we not envy such? They are Earth's happiest, God-loved and favored much!-- They who die young ...
WINTER _We, whom God sets a task, Striving, who ne'er attain, We are the curst!--who ask Death, and still ask in vain. We, whom God ...
IThe hills are full of propheciesAnd ancient voices of the dead;Of hidden shapes that no man sees,Pale, visionary presences,That speak ...
Here on this jutting headland, where the trees Spread a dusk carpet for the sun to cast And count his golden guineas ...
Ah, Geraldine, lost Geraldine, That night of love, when first we met, You have forgotten, Geraldine-- I never dreamed you would forget. Ah, Geraldine, ...
I HEARD a Spirit singing as, beyond the morning winging,Its radiant form went swinging like a star:In its song prophetic ...
During the siege of Bryan's Station, Kentucky, August 16, 1782, NicholasTomlinson and Thomas Bell, two inhabitants of the Fort, undertook ...
FIRST CHORUS. Ere the birth of Death and of Time, Ere the birth of Hell and its torments, Ere the orbs of ...
There are moments when, as missions, God reveals to us strange visions; When, within their separate stations, We may see the Centuries, Like revolving ...
The wind blew free that morn that we, High-hearted, sailed away; Bound for Favonian islands blest, Remote within the utmost West, Beyond the golden ...
IBeyond the Northern Lights, in regions hauntedOf twilight, where the world is glacier planted,And pale as Loki in his cavern ...
'Neath saffron stars and satin skies, dark-blue, Between dim sylvan isles, a happy two. We sailed, and from the siren-haunted shore, All mystic ...
I. Wafted o'er purple seas, From gold Hesperides, Mixed with the southern breeze, Hail to us spirits! Dripping with fragrant rains, Fire of our ardent veins, Life ...
Cast on sleep there came to me Three Urgandas; and the sea In lost lands of Briogne Sounded moaning, moaning: Cloudy clad in awful ...
In some quaint Nurnberg maler-atelierUprummaged. When and where was never clearNor yet how he obtained it. When, by whom'Twas painted—who ...
Below, the tawny Tagus sweptPast royal gardens, breathing balm;Upon his couch the monarch slept;The world was still; the night was ...
"I rode to death, for I fought for shame--The Lady Maurine of noble name,"The fair and faithless!--Though life be longIs ...
On the tremulous coppice, From her plenteous hair, Large golden-rayed poppies Of moon-litten air The Night hath flung there. In the fern-favored hollow The fire-flies fleet Uncertainly ...
With anxious eyes and dry, expectant lips,Within the sculptured stoa by the sea,All day she waited while, like ghostly ships,Long ...
I. Ai me! why stood I on the bent When Summer wept o'er dying June! I saw the Fairy Folk ride faint Aneath the ...
I. The lake she haunts lies dreamily 'Neath sleepy boughs of melody, And far away an olden sea, An olden sea booms mellow; And the ...
Let us go far from here!Here there is sadness in the early year:Here sorrow waits where joy went laughing late:The ...
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 ...
The hoar-frost hisses 'neath the feet, And the worm-fence's straggling length, Smote by the morning's slanted strength, Sparkles one rib of virgin sleet. To ...
Mark thou! a shadow crowned with fire of hell.Man holds her in his heart as night doth holdThe moonlight memories ...
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