Self And Soul (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
It came to me in my sleep, And I rose from my sleep and went Out in the night to weep, Over the ...
It came to me in my sleep, And I rose from my sleep and went Out in the night to weep, Over the ...
I. Upon the Siren-haunted seas, between Fate's mythic shores, Within a world of moon and mist, where dusk and daylight wed, I see ...
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. 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, ...
I. The slow reflection of a woman's face Grew, as by witchcraft, in the oval space Of that strange glass on which the ...
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, ...
She sleeps; he sings to her. The day was long,And, tired out with too much happiness,She fain would have him ...
Here in the dusk I see her face againAs then I knew it, ere she fell asleep;Renunciation glorifying pain Of her ...
I.The last rose falls, wrecked of the wind and rain;Where once it bloomed the thorns alone remain: Dead in the wet ...
No personal; a God divinely crowned With gold and raised upon a golden throne Deep in a golden glory, whence he nods Man ...
IThe tripod flared with a purple spark,And the mist hung emerald in the dark:Now he stooped to the lilac flameOver ...
IThe hot sunflowers by the glaring pikeLift shields of sultry brass; the teasel tops,Pink-thorned, advance with bristling spike on spikeAgainst ...
Non numero horas nisi serenasWhen Fall drowns morns in mist, it seemsIn soul I am a part of it;A portion ...
He dreamed of hills so deep with woods Storm-barriers on the summer sky Are not more dark, where plunged loud floods Down rocks ...
The wind was on the forest, And silence on the wold; And darkness on the waters, And heaven was starry cold; When Sleep, with ...
From the idyll "Wild Thorn and Lily"O Maytime woods! O Maytime lanes and hours!And stars, that knew how often there ...
Far in the purple valleys of illusionI see her waiting, like the soul of music,With deep eyes, lovelier than cerulean ...
IMorn's mystic rose is reddening on the hills,Dawn's irised nautilus makes glad the sea;There is a lyre of flame that ...
IMOTHS AND FIREFLIESSince Fancy taught me in her school of spellsI know her tricks--These are not moths at all,Nor fireflies; ...
IHe makes a roadway of the crumbling fence,Or on the fallen tree,—brown as a leafFall stripes with russet,—gambols down the ...
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 ...
I thought of the road through the glen, With its hawk's nest high in the pine; With its rock, where the fox ...
There are some souls Whose lot it is to set their hearts on goals That adverse Fate controls. While others win With little labor ...
She kneels with haggard eyes and hair Unto the Christ upon the Cross: Her gown is torn; her feet are bare. What is ...
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, ...
I. When from the tower, like some sweet flower, The bell drops petals of the hour, That says the world is homing, My heart ...
With her soft face half turned to me, Like an arrested moonbeam, she Stood in the cirque of that deep tree. I took ...
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