In Arcady (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
I remember, when a child,How within the April wildOnce I walked with MysteryIn the groves of Arcady….Through the boughs, before, ...
I remember, when a child,How within the April wildOnce I walked with MysteryIn the groves of Arcady….Through the boughs, before, ...
It came to me in my sleep, And I rose from my sleep and went Out in the night to weep, Over the ...
The night is hung above us, love, With heavy stars that love us, love, With clouds that curl in purple and pearl, And ...
_Written for the Reunion of the Confederate Veterans at Louisville, Ky., May and June, 1900._ I. Again, in dreams, the veteran hears The bugle ...
I. First of the insect choir, in the spring We hear his faint voice fluttering in the grass, Beneath some blossom's rosy covering Or ...
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 ...
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, ...
I. Brows wan thro' blue-black tresses Wet with sharp rain and kisses; Locks loose the sea-wind scatters, Like torn wings fierce for flight; Cold brows, ...
From out the hills where twilight stands,Above the shadowy pasture lands,With strained and strident cry,Beneath pale skies that sunset bands,The ...
I. The slow reflection of a woman's face Grew, as by witchcraft, in the oval space Of that strange glass on which the ...
IMother of visions, with lineaments dulcet as numbersBreathed on the eyelids of Love by music that slumbers,Secretly, sweetly, O presence ...
I. Behold! we have gathered together our battleships near and afar; Their decks they are cleared for action, their guns they are ...
IThe shadows sit and stand about its doorLike uninvited guests and poor;And all the long, hot summer dayThe grating locust ...
Thus have I pictured her:—In Arden oldA white-browed maiden with a falcon eye,Rose-flushed of face, with locks of wind-blown gold,Teaching ...
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 ...
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, ...
White artist he, who, breezeless nights, From tingling stars jocosely whirls, A harlequin in spangled tights, His wand a pot of pounded pearls. The ...
I. Between the rose's and the canna's crimson, Beneath her window in the night I stand; The jeweled dew hangs little stars, in ...
For the mountains' hoarse greetings came hollow From stormy wind-chasms and caves, And I heard their wild cataracts wallow Huge bulks in long ...
My dream was such: It seemed the afternoon Of some deep tropic day, and yet a moon Stood round and full with largeness ...
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 ...
Like some sad spirit from an unknown shore Thou comest with two children in thine arms: Flushed, poppied Sleep, whom mortals aye ...
I. Oh, to see in the night in a May moon's light A nymph from siren caves, With a crown of pearl, sea-gems ...
A RIVER binds the lonely land,A river like a silver band,To crags and shores of yellow sand.It is a place ...
FROM "THE TRIUMPH OF MUSIC." ... Fresh from bathing in orient fountains, In wells of rock water and snow, Comes the Dawn with ...
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