Perle Des Jardins (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
What am I, and what is he Who can cull and tear a heart, As one might a rose for sport In its ...
What am I, and what is he Who can cull and tear a heart, As one might a rose for sport In its ...
I stood in the forest on HURON HILL When the night was old and the world was still. The Wind was a ...
There is the ruined water-mill With its rotten wheel, that stands as still As its image that sleeps in the glassy pool Where ...
Hush! She is dead! Tread gently as the light Foots dim the weary room. Thou shalt behold. Look:--In death's ermine pomp of ...
On the tremulous coppice, From her plenteous hair, Large golden-rayed poppies Of moon-litten air The Night hath flung there. In the fern-favored hollow The fire-flies fleet Uncertainly ...
I. O tear-eyed goddess of the marble brow, Who showerest snows of tresses on the night Of anguished temples! lonely watcher, thou Who bendest ...
I. Ai me! why stood I on the bent When Summer wept o'er dying June! I saw the Fairy Folk ride faint Aneath the ...
Hear you r o music in the creaks Made by the sallow grasshopper, Who in the hot weeds sharply breaks The mellow dryness ...
Pale as a star that shines through rain Her face was seen at the window-pane, Her sad, frail face that watched in ...
I saw her twins of eyelids listless swoon Mesmeric eyes, Like the mild lapsing of a lulling tune On wide surprise, While slow the ...
I. On a sheet of silver the morning-star lay Fresh, white as a baby child, And laughed and leaped in his lissome way, On ...
I PESSIMIST There is never a thing we dream or do But was dreamed and done in the ages gone; Everything's old; there is ...
Let us go far from here!Here there is sadness in the early year:Here sorrow waits where joy went laughing late:The ...
I Here where a tree and its wild liana, Leaning over the streamlet, grow, Once a nymph, like the moon'd Diana, Sat in the ...
I. The juice-big apples' sullen gold, Like lazy Sultans laughed and lolled 'Mid heavy mats of leaves that lay Green-flatten'd 'gainst the glaring day; And ...
I. Came a spicy smell of showers On the purple wings of night, And a pearl-encrusted crescent On the lake looked still and white, While ...
Athwart a sky of brass rich ribs of gold; A bullion bulk the wide Ohio lies; Beneath the sunset, billowing manifold, The purple ...
MORN. Down silver precipices drawn The red-wine cataracts of dawn Pour soundless torrents wide and far, Deluging each warm, floating star. A sound of winds ...
The hoar-frost hisses 'neath the feet, And the worm-fence's straggling length, Smote by the morning's slanted strength, Sparkles one rib of virgin sleet. To ...
Five rotten gables look upon Wan rotting roses and rank weeds, Old iron gates on posts of stone, Dim dingles where the vermin ...
I. O Life! O Death! O God! Have I not striven? Have I not known thee, God, As thy stars know Heaven? Have I not ...
I remember, when a child,How within the April wildOnce I walked with MysteryIn the groves of Arcady….Through the boughs, before, ...
IOver the bay as our boat went sailing Under the skies of Augustine,Far to the East lay the ocean paling Under the ...
On southern winds shot through with amber light, Breeding soft balm, and clothed in cloudy white, The lily-fingered Spring came o'er the ...
Dormered and verandaed, cool,Locust-girdled, on the hill;Stained with weather-wear, and dull-Streak'd with lichens; every sillThresholding the beautiful;I can see it ...
Written for my friend Walter S. Mathews. There was a princess once, who loved the slave Of an Assyrian king, her father; ...
IWhen dusk falls cool as a rained-on rose,And a tawny tower the twilight shows,With the crescent moon, the silver moon, ...
From out the hills where twilight stands,Above the shadowy pasture lands,With strained and strident cry,Beneath pale skies that sunset bands,The ...
IWhen I go forth to greet the glad-faced Spring, Just at the time of opening apple-buds,When brooks are laughing, winds are ...
IHe was not learned in any art;But Nature led him by the hand;And spoke her language to his heartSo he ...
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