One Day And Another: A Lyrical Eclogue – Inscription (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
TO G. F. M. THIS VOLUME IS INSCRIBED IN MEMORY OF MANY DAYS. _What though I dreamed of mountain heights, Of peaks, the barriers of ...
TO G. F. M. THIS VOLUME IS INSCRIBED IN MEMORY OF MANY DAYS. _What though I dreamed of mountain heights, Of peaks, the barriers of ...
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 ...
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 ...
From gray, bleak hills 'neath steely skies Thro' beards of ice the forests roar; Along the river's humming shore The skimming skater bird-like ...
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 ...
The nuns sing, "_ora pro nobis_," The lancets glitter above; And the beautiful Virgin whose robe is Woven of infinite love, Infinite love and ...
Sleep is a spirit, who beside us sits, Or through our frames like some dim glamour flits; From out her form a ...
IShe walks with the wind on the windy heightWhen the rocks are loud and the waves are white,And all night ...
I know not how I found you With your wild hair a-blow, Nor why the world around you Would never let me ...
IMy soul goes out to her who says,"Come, follow me and cast off care!"Then tosses back her sun-bright hair,And like ...
IThen up the orient heights to the zenith, that balanced the crescent,--Up and far up and over,--the heaven grew erubescent,Vibrant ...
Their only thought religion, What Christmas joys had they,The stern, staunch Pilgrim Fathers who Knew naught of holiday?--A log-church in the clearing 'Mid ...
THE season of the rose and peace is past:It could not last.There's heartbreak in the hills and stormy sighsOf sorrow ...
I. When April comes, and pelts with buds And apple-blooms each orchard space, And takes the dog-wood-whitened woods With rain and sunshine of her ...
From "Beltenebros at Miraflores"O sunset, from the springs of starsDraw down thy cataracts of gold;And belt their streams with burning ...
Between the death of day and birth of night,By War's red light,I met with one in trailing sorrows clad,Whose features ...
BEFORE the rain, low in the obscure east, Weak and morose the moon hung, sickly gray;Around its disc the storm mists, ...
High on the world did our fathers of old, Under the stars and stripes, Blazon the name that we now must uphold, Under ...
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 ...
God knows I strive against low lust and vice, Wound in the net of their voluptuous hair; God knows that all their ...
ABOVE the world a glareOf sunset - guns and spears;An army, no one hears,Of mist and air:Long lines of bronze ...
What would it mean for you and meIf dawn should come no more!Think of its gold along the sea,Its rose ...
ISing, Hey, when the time rolls round this way,And the bells peal out, _'Tis Christmas Day_;The world is better then ...
IWhere hast thou folded thy pinions, Spirit of Dreams?Hidden elusive garments Woven of gleams?In what divine dominions, Brighter than day,Far from the world's ...
UPON the iron crags of War I heard his terrible daughtersIn battle speak while at their feet,In gulfs of human ...
_It's "Gallop and go!" and "Slow, now, slow!" With every man in this life below-- But the things of this world are ...
The Woolworth BuildingENORMOUSLY it liftsIts tower against the splendor of the west;Like some wild dream that driftsBefore the mind, and ...
The day, all fierce with carmine, turns An Indian face towards Earth and dies; The west, like some gaunt vase, inurns Its ashes ...
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