Rain In The Woods (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
When on the leaves the rain persists, And every gust brings showers down; When all the woodland smokes with mists, I take the ...
When on the leaves the rain persists, And every gust brings showers down; When all the woodland smokes with mists, I take the ...
Behold the blossom-bosomed Day again,With all the star-white Hours in her train,Laughs out of pearl-lights through a golden ray,That, leaning ...
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 ...
IWhen I go forth to greet the glad-faced Spring, Just at the time of opening apple-buds,When brooks are laughing, winds are ...
IHe was not learned in any art;But Nature led him by the hand;And spoke her language to his heartSo he ...
I. The slow reflection of a woman's face Grew, as by witchcraft, in the oval space Of that strange glass on which the ...
My heart is high, is high, my dear, And the warm wind sunnily blows; My heart is high with a mood that's ...
_In the first rare spring of song, In my heart's young hours, In my youth 't was thus I sang, Choosing 'mid the ...
I. Ere wild haws, looming in the glooms, Build bolted drifts of breezy blooms; And in the whistling hollow there The red-bud bends as ...
Windy the sky and mad; Surly the gray March day; Bleak the forests and sad, Sad for the beautiful May. On maples tasseled with ...
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 ...
Mildewed and gray the marble stairs Rise from their balustraded urns To where a chiseled satyr glares From a luxuriant bed of ferns; A ...
I have lain for an hour or twain Awake, and the tempest is beating On the roof, and the sleet on the ...
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 ...
I. In girandoles of gladioles The day had kindled flame; And Heaven a door of gold and pearl Unclosed when Morning,--like a girl, A red ...
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 ...
IThe shadows sit and stand about its doorLike uninvited guests and poor;And all the long, hot summer dayThe grating locust ...
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 ...
I. White moons may come, white moons may go, She sleeps where wild wood blossoms blow, Nor knows she of the rosy June, Star-silver ...
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 ...
He told a story to her, A story old yet new-- And was it of the Fa(Madison Julius Cawein)
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 ...
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 ...
ITS friendship and its carelessnessDid lead me many a mile,Through goat's-rue, with its dim caress,And pink and pearl-white smile;Through crowfoot, ...
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 ...
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