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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
FIRST CHORUS. Ere the birth of Death and of Time, Ere the birth of Hell and its torments, Ere the orbs of ...
ISo we had come at last, my soul and I, Into that land of shadowy plain and peak, On which the dawn ...
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 ...
I. The quickening East climbs to yon star, That, cradled, rocks herself in morn; The liquid silver broad'ning far Dawn drencheth cliff, holt, down ...
"O Dionysos! Dionysos! the ivy-crowned! O let me sing thy triumph ere I die!" Within my sleep a Maenad came to me: A ...
The slender snail clings to the leaf, Gray on its silvered underside: And slowly, slowlier than the snail, with brief Bright steps, whose ...
IOver the bay as our boat went sailing Under the skies of Augustine,Far to the East lay the ocean paling Under the ...
ON the Heights of Great Endeavour,- Where Attainment looms forever,- Toiling upward, ceasing never, Climb the fateful Centuries: Up the difficult, dark places, Joy and ...
THE moon, a circle of gold,O'er the crowded housetops rolled,And peeped in an attic, where,'Mid sordid things and bare,A sick ...
Far down the lane A window pane Gleams 'mid the trees through night and rain. The weeds are dense Through which a fence Of pickets ...
I.The last rose falls, wrecked of the wind and rain;Where once it bloomed the thorns alone remain: Dead in the wet ...
Far in the purple valleys of illusionI see her waiting, like the soul of music,With deep eyes, lovelier than cerulean ...
Let us mix a cup of Joy That the wretched may employ, Whom the Fates have made their toy. Who have given brain ...
The blackened walnut in its spicy hull Rots where it fell; And, in the orchard, where the trees stand full, The pear's ripe ...
From "Beltenebros at Miraflores"O sunset, from the springs of starsDraw down thy cataracts of gold;And belt their streams with burning ...
When by the wall the tiger-flower swingsA head of sultry slumber and aroma;And by the path, whereon the blown rose ...
Through ferns and moss the path wound to A hollow where the touchmenots Swung horns of honey filled with dew; And where--like foot-prints--violets ...
BEFORE the rain, low in the obscure east, Weak and morose the moon hung, sickly gray;Around its disc the storm mists, ...
I. When from the tower, like some sweet flower, The bell drops petals of the hour, That says the world is homing, My heart ...
ISing, Hey, when the time rolls round this way,And the bells peal out, _'Tis Christmas Day_;The world is better then ...
The Woolworth BuildingENORMOUSLY it liftsIts tower against the splendor of the west;Like some wild dream that driftsBefore the mind, and ...
SHUT it out of the heart - this grief,O Love, with the years grown old and hoary!And let in joy ...
Day after Day, young with eternal beauty, Pays flowery duty to the month and clime; Night after night erects a vasty portal Of ...
Thou art the music that I hear in sleep, The poetry that lures me on in dreams; The magic, thou, that holds ...
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