The Limnad (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
I. The lake she haunts lies dreamily 'Neath sleepy boughs of melody, And far away an olden sea, An olden sea booms mellow; And the ...
I. The lake she haunts lies dreamily 'Neath sleepy boughs of melody, And far away an olden sea, An olden sea booms mellow; And the ...
IIt is not early spring and yetOf bloodroot blooms along the stream,And blotted banks of violet,My heart will dream.Is it ...
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. 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 ...
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, ...
I oft have net thee, Autumn, wandering Beside a misty stream, thy locks flung wild; Thy cheeks a hectic flush more fair ...
From the hills and far away All the long, warm summer day Comes the wind and seems to say: "Come, oh, come! and ...
I"I BELT the morn with ribboned mist; With baldricked blue I gird the noon,And dusk with purple, crimson-kissed, White-buckled with the hunter's-moon."These ...
Now 'tis the time when, tall, The long blue torches of the bellflower gleam Among the trees; and, by the wooded stream. In ...
Geraldine, Geraldine, Do you remember where The willows used to screen The water flowing fair? The mill-stream's banks of green Where first our love begun, When ...
I look upon my lady's face, And, in the world about me, see No face like hers in any place: _Therefore it is ...
When on the leaves the rain persists, And every gust brings showers down; When all the woodland smokes with mists, I take the ...
Over the hills, as the pewee flies, Under the blue of the Southern skies; Over the hills, where the red-bird wings Like a ...
From out the hills where twilight stands,Above the shadowy pasture lands,With strained and strident cry,Beneath pale skies that sunset bands,The ...
IHe was not learned in any art;But Nature led him by the hand;And spoke her language to his heartSo he ...
I.NOON. The tanned and sultry noon climbs high Up gleaming reaches of the sky; Below the balmy belts of pines The cliff-lunged river laps ...
Where the violet shadows brood Under cottonwoods and beeches, Through whose leaves the restless reaches Of the river glance, I've stood, While the red-bird ...
In dim samite was she bedight, And on her hair a hoop of gold,Like fox-fire in the tawn moonlight, Was glimmering cold.With ...
How long had I sat there and had not beheldThe gleam of the glow-worm till something compelled!...The heaven was starless, ...
He stands above all worldly schism, And, gazing over life's abysm, Beholds within the starry range Of heaven laws of death and change, That, ...
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 ...
THE woods stretch wild to the mountain side, And the brush is deep where a man may hide, They have ...
He lived beyond men, and so stoodAdmitted to the brotherhoodOf beauty:—dreams, with which he trodCompanioned like some sylvan god.And oft ...
I. Fleet swallows soared and darted 'Neath empty vaults of blue; Thick leaves close clung or parted To let the sunlight through; Each wild rose, ...
The drowsy day, with half-closed eyes, Dreams in this quaint forgotten street, That, like some old-world wreckage, lies,-- Left by the sea's receding ...
I. Whiten, O whiten, ye clouds of fleece! Whiten like lilies floating above, Blown wild about like a flock of white geese! But never, ...
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