One Day And Another: A Lyrical Eclogue – Part I (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
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 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 ...
I. And now once more we stood within the walls Of her old manor near the riverside; Dead leaves lay rotting in its ...
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 ...
From the terrace here, where the hills indent, You can see the uttermost battlement Of the castle there; the Cliffords' home; Where the ...
IThe hills are full of propheciesAnd ancient voices of the dead;Of hidden shapes that no man sees,Pale, visionary presences,That speak ...
TO J. FOX, JR. You remember how the mist, When we climbed to Devil's Den, Pearly in the mountain glen, And above us, amethyst, Throbbed ...
See! the milk-white doe is wounded. He will follow as it bounds Through the woods. His horn has sounded. Echoing, for his men ...
ISo we had come at last, my soul and I, Into that land of shadowy plain and peak, On which the dawn ...
The year was dying, and the day Was almost dead; The West, beneath a sombre gray, Was sombre red. The gravestones in the ghostly ...
I. Brows wan thro' blue-black tresses Wet with sharp rain and kisses; Locks loose the sea-wind scatters, Like torn wings fierce for flight; Cold brows, ...
Mildewed and gray the marble stairs Rise from their balustraded urns To where a chiseled satyr glares From a luxuriant bed of ferns; A ...
How long had I sat there and had not beheldThe gleam of the glow-worm till something compelled!...The heaven was starless, ...
"We have the receipt of fern seed: we walk invisible."—HENRY IVAnd we have met but twice or thrice!—Three times enough ...
IShe walks with the wind on the windy heightWhen the rocks are loud and the waves are white,And all night ...
IThe mellow smell of hollyhocksAnd marigolds and pinks and phloxBlends with the homely garden scentsOf onions, silvering into rods;Of peppers, ...
This was her home; one mossy gable thrustAbove the cedars and the locust trees:This was her home, whose beauty now ...
IHe makes a roadway of the crumbling fence,Or on the fallen tree,—brown as a leafFall stripes with russet,—gambols down the ...
The wild oxalis Among the valleys Lifts up its chalice Of pink and pearl; And, balsam-breathing, From out their sheathing, The myriad wreathing Green leaves uncurl. The whole ...
When I behold how some pursue Fame, that is care's embodiment, Or fortune, whose false face looks true,-- A humble home with sweet ...
THE black night showed its hungry teeth,And gnawed with sleet at roof and pane;Beneath the door I heard it breathe ...
The gods are dead; but still for meLives on in wildwood brook and treeEach myth, each old divinity.For me still ...
_And one, perchance, will read and sigh: "What aimless songs! Why will he sing Of nature that drags out her woe Through wind ...
We went by ways of bygone days, Up mountain heights of story, Where lost in vague, historic haze, Tradition, crowned with battle-bays, Sat 'mid ...
THE SONG-BIRDS? are they flown away? The song-birds of the summer-time,That sang their souls into the day, And set the laughing days ...
Teach me the secret of thy loveliness,That, being made wise, I may aspire to beAs beautiful in thought, and so ...
Ah me! I shall not waken soonFrom dreams of such divinity!A spirit singing 'neath the moonTo me.Wild sea-spray driven of ...
Hills of the west, that gird Forest and farm,Home of the nestling bird, Housing from harm,When on your tops is heard Storm:Hills of ...
Her life was bound to crutches: pale and bent, But smiling ever, she would go and come: For of her soul GOD ...
A heritage of hopes and fearsAnd dreams and memory,And vices of ten thousand yearsGod gives to thee.A house of clay, ...
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