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 ...
LATE SPRING _The mottled moth at eventide Beats glimmering wings against the pane; The slow, sweet lily opens wide, White in the dusk like ...
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 ...
IThe hills are full of propheciesAnd ancient voices of the dead;Of hidden shapes that no man sees,Pale, visionary presences,That speak ...
It came to me in my sleep, And I rose from my sleep and went Out in the night to weep, Over the ...
From out the hills where twilight stands,Above the shadowy pasture lands,With strained and strident cry,Beneath pale skies that sunset bands,The ...
A RIVER binds the lonely land,A river like a silver band,To crags and shores of yellow sand.It is a place ...
Beyond the moon, within a land of mist, Lies the dim Garden of all Dead Desires, Walled round with morning's clouded amethyst, And ...
IThe mellow smell of hollyhocksAnd marigolds and pinks and phloxBlends with the homely garden scentsOf onions, silvering into rods;Of peppers, ...
Non numero horas nisi serenasWhen Fall drowns morns in mist, it seemsIn soul I am a part of it;A portion ...
IWhat words of mine can tell the spellOf garden ways I know so well?—The path that takes me in the ...
ISecluded, solitary on some underbough,Or cradled in a leaf, 'mid glimmering light,Like Puck thou crouchest: Haply watching howThe slow toadstool ...
When I behold how some pursue Fame, that is care's embodiment, Or fortune, whose false face looks true,-- A humble home with sweet ...
Above her, pearl and rose the heavens lay:Around her, flowers flattered earth with gold,Or down the path in insolence held ...
White moons may come, white moons may go—She sleeps where early blossoms blow;Knows nothing of the leafy June,That leans above ...
Above her, pearl and rose the heavens lay;Around her, flowers scattered earth with gold,Or down the path in insolence held ...
LISTEN, dearest! you must love me more,More than you did before! -Hark, what a beating here of wings!Never at rest,Dear, ...
The sun set late, and left along the West One furious ruby rare, whose rosy rays Poured in a slumb'rous cloud's pear-curdled ...
Some things are good on _Autumn_ nights, When with the storm the forest fights, And in the room the heaped hearth lights Old-fashioned ...
Summer may come, in sun-blonde splendor,To reap the harvest that Springtime sows;And Fall lead in her old defender, Winter, all huddled ...
WHEN pearl and gold, o'er deeps of musk,The moon curves, silvering the dusk,-As in a garden, dreaming,A lily slips its ...
The _Summer_ lightning comes and goes In one pale cloud above the hill, As if within its soft repose A burning heart were ...
THERE is a house beside a way,Where dwells a ghost of Yesterday:The old face of a beauty, faded,Looks from its ...
THERE a tattered marigoldAnd dead asters manifold,Showed him where the garden oldOf time bloomed:Briar and thistle overgrewCorners where the rose ...
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 songs Love sang to us are dead:Yet shall he sing to us again,When the dull days are wrapped in ...
The moth and beetle wing aboutThe garden ways of other days;Above the hills, a fiery shoutOf gold, the day dies ...
ONE blossoming rose-tree, like a beautiful thoughtNursed in a broken mind, that waits and schemes,Survives, though shattered, and about it ...
From morn till noon upon the window-pane The tempest tapped with rainy finger-nails, And all the afternoon the blustering gales Beat at the ...
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