The Wild Iris (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
That day we wandered 'mid the hills,—so loneClouds are not lonelier, the forest layIn emerald darkness round us. Many a ...
That day we wandered 'mid the hills,—so loneClouds are not lonelier, the forest layIn emerald darkness round us. Many a ...
COME, let's climb into our attic,In our house that's old and gray!Life, you're old and I'm rheumatic,And - it's close ...
There are some souls Whose lot it is to set their hearts on goals That adverse Fate controls. While others win With little labor ...
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 ...
The joys that touched thee once, be mine!The sympathies of sky and sea,The friendships of each rock and pine,That made ...
Three miles of trees it is: and ICame through the woods that waited, dumb,For the cool summer dusk to come;And ...
Thou, oh, thou!Thou of the chorded shell and golden plectrum! thouOf the dark eyes and pale pacific brow!Music, who by ...
IThere is no rhyme that is half so sweetAs the song of the wind in the rippling wheat;There is no ...
"Teach me the wisdom of thy beauty, pray, That, being thus wise, I may aspire to see What beauty is, whence, why, ...
God knows I strive against low lust and vice, Wound in the net of their voluptuous hair; God knows that all their ...
WHEN pearl and gold, o'er deeps of musk,The moon curves, silvering the dusk,-As in a garden, dreaming,A lily slips its ...
ISing, Hey, when the time rolls round this way,And the bells peal out, _'Tis Christmas Day_;The world is better then ...
Her heart is still and leaps no moreWith holy passion when the breeze,Her whilom playmate, as before,Comes with the language ...
If it so befalls that the midnight hoversIn mist no moonlight breaks,The leagues of the years my spirit covers,And my ...
HE found the long room as it was of old,Glimmering with sunset's gold;That made the tapestries seem full of eyesStrange ...
EVER since man was man a Fiend has stoodOutside his House of Good,-War, with his terrible toys, that win men's ...
COME in, old Ghost of all that used to be! -You find me old,And love grown cold,And fortune fled to ...
THE rose, that wrote its message on the noon'sBright manuscript, has turned her perfumed faceTowards Fall, and waits, heart-heavy, for ...
LET us bid the world good-by,Now while sun and cloud's above us,While we've nothing to deny,Nothing but our selves to ...
To it the forest tells The mystery that haunts its heart and folds Its form in cogitation deep, that holds The shadow of ...
And these are Christians!--God! the horror of it-- How long, O Lord! how long, O Lord! how long Wilt Thou endure this ...
SHUT it out of the heart - this grief,O Love, with the years grown old and hoary!And let in joy ...
Last night I watched for Death-- So sick of life was I!-- When in the street beneath I heard his watchman cry The hour, ...
THIS is the truth as I see it, my dear,Out in the wind and the rain:They who have nothing have ...
Friend, for the sake of loves we hold in common, The love of books, of paintings, rhyme and fiction; And for the ...
I. There is no flower of wood or lea, No April flower, as fair as she: O white anemone, who hast The wind's wild ...
Can one resolve and hunt it from one's heart? This love, this god and fiend, that makes a hell Of many a ...
When my old heart was young, my dear, The Earth and Heaven were so near That in my dreams I oft could ...
The roses of voluptuousnessWreathe her dark locks and hide her eyes;Her limbs are flower-like nakedness,Wherethrough the fragrant blood doth press,The ...
The wind that breathes of columbinesAnd celandines that crowd the rocks;That shakes the balsam of the pinesWith laughter from his ...
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