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 ...
Not far from here, it lies beyond That low-hilled belt of woods. We'll take This unused lane where brambles make A wall of ...
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 ...
The roses mourn for her who sleeps Within the tomb; For her each lily-flower weeps Dew and perfume. In each neglected flower-bed Each blossom droops ...
That day we wandered 'mid the hills,--so lone Clouds are not lonelier,--the forest lay In emerald darkness 'round us. Many a stone And ...
I.The last rose falls, wrecked of the wind and rain;Where once it bloomed the thorns alone remain: Dead in the wet ...
That day we wandered 'mid the hills,—so loneClouds are not lonelier, the forest layIn emerald darkness round us. Many a ...
White moons may come, white moons may go—She sleeps where early blossoms blow;Knows nothing of the leafy June,That leans above ...
IThe shivering wind sits in the oaks, whose limbs,Twisted and tortured, nevermore are still;Grief and decay sit with it; they, ...
It was down in the woodland on last Hallowe'en, Where silence and darkness had built them a lair, That I felt the ...
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 ...
IThere is a field, that leans upon two hills,Foamed o'er of flowers and twinkling with clear rills;That in its girdle ...
SHUT it out of the heart - this grief,O Love, with the years grown old and hoary!And let in joy ...
All day the clouds hung ashen with the cold;And through the snow the muffled waters fell;The day seemed drowned in ...
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