“Below The Sunset’s Range Of Rose” (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
Below the sunset's range of rose,Below the heaven's deepening blue,Down woodways where the balsam blows,And milkweed tufts hang, gray with ...
Below the sunset's range of rose,Below the heaven's deepening blue,Down woodways where the balsam blows,And milkweed tufts hang, gray with ...
Three miles of trees it is: and ICame through the woods that waited, dumb,For the cool summer dusk to come;And ...
I am a part of all you seeIn Nature; part of all you feel:I am the impact of the beeUpon ...
IThe shivering wind sits in the oaks, whose limbs,Twisted and tortured, nevermore are still;Grief and decay sit with it; they, ...
When the hornet hangs in the hollyhock,And the brown bee drones i' the rose;And the west is a red-streaked four-o'clock,And ...
With her soft face half turned to me, Like an arrested moonbeam, she Stood in the cirque of that deep tree. I took ...
(After the German of Goethe, _Faust_, II)When on the mountain tops ray-crowned ApolloTurns his swift arrows, dart on glittering dart,Let ...
It was down in the woodland on last Hallowe'en, Where silence and darkness had built them a lair, That I felt the ...
Down through the woods, along the wayThat fords the stream; by rock and tree,Where in the bramble-bell the beeSwings; and ...
II climbed a forest path and foundA dim cave in the dripping ground,Where dwelt the spirit of cool sound,Who wrought ...
I.There is a flute that follows meFrom tree to tree:A water flute a spirit setsTo silver lips in waterfalls,And through ...
Heaped in raven loops and masses Over temples smooth and fair, Have you marked it, as she passes, Gleam and shadow mingled there,-- Braided ...
When blood-root blooms and trillium flowers Unclasp their stars to sun and rain, My heart strikes hands with winds and showers And wanders ...
THERE a tattered marigoldAnd dead asters manifold,Showed him where the garden oldOf time bloomed:Briar and thistle overgrewCorners where the rose ...
IThere is a field, that leans upon two hills,Foamed o'er of flowers and twinkling with clear rills;That in its girdle ...
I Sunflowers wither and lilies die, Poppies are pods of seeds; The first red leaves on the pathway lie, Like blood of a heart ...
EVER since man was man a Fiend has stoodOutside his House of Good,-War, with his terrible toys, that win men's ...
I saw a name carved on a tree -"Julia";A simpler name there could not be-Julia:But seeing it I seemed to ...
LOW, weed-climbed cliffs, o'er which at noonThe sea-mists swoon:Wind-twisted pines, through which the crowGoes winging slow:Dim fields, the sower never ...
THE black night showed its hungry teeth,And gnawed with sleet at roof and pane;Beneath the door I heard it breathe ...
A SHADOW glided down the wayWhere sunset groped among the trees,And all the woodland bower, aswayWith trouble of the evening ...
All things are wrought of melody, Unheard, yet full of speaking spells; Within the rock, within the tree, A soul of music dwells. A ...
At the moon's down-going let it beOn the quarry hill with its one gnarled tree.The red-rock road of the underbrush,Where ...
Frail, shrunken face, so pinched and worn,That life has carved with care and doubt!So weary waiting, night and morn,For that ...
_And one, perchance, will read and sigh: "What aimless songs! Why will he sing Of nature that drags out her woe Through wind ...
With eyes hand-arched he looks intoThe morning's face; then turns awayWith truant feet, all wet with dew,Out for a holiday.The ...
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 ...
Can one resolve and hunt it from one's heart? This love, this god and fiend, that makes a hell Of many a ...
I found myself among the treesWhat time the reapers ceased to reap;And in the sunflower-blooms the beesHuddled brown heads and ...
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 ...
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