Why Should I Pine By Madison Julius Cawein

Why Should I Pine Why should I pine? when there in Spain Are eyes to woo, and not in vain; Dark eyes, and dreamily divine:…

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Treasure By Madison Julius Cawein

Treasure Here is a tale for infants and old nurses: There was a man who gathered rags; and peddled: Who lived alone: with no one…

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The Wood God By Madison Julius Cawein

The Wood God I Heard his step upon the moss; I glimpsed his shadow in the stream; And thrice I saw the brambles toss Wherein…

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The Spirit Of The Forest Spring By Madison Julius Cawein

The Spirit Of The Forest Spring Over the rocks she trails her locks, Her mossy locks that drip, drip, drip: Her sparkling eyes smile at…

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The Puritans’ Christmas By Madison Julius Cawein

The Puritans’ Christmas Their only thought religion, What Christmas joys had they, The stern, staunch Pilgrim Fathers who Knew naught of holiday? A log-church in…

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The Old Creek By Madison Julius Cawein

The Old Creek The frogs still cry, ‘Knee-deep! knee-deep!’ Among its starlit pools, When dark the woodland lies asleep, And dusk its water cools: The…

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The Little Boy And His Shadow By Madison Julius Cawein

The Little Boy And His Shadow There’s something now that no one knows, That never seems to mind me Where is it that my shadow…

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The Harvest Moon By Madison Julius Cawein

The Harvest Moon Globed in Heav’n’s tree of azure, golden mellow As some round apple hung High in hesperian boughs, thou hangest yellow The branch-like…

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The Dream Of Roderick By Madison Julius Cawein

The Dream Of Roderick Below, the tawny Tagus swept Past royal gardens, breathing balm; Upon his couch the monarch slept; The world was still; the…

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The Brook By Madison Julius Cawein

The Brook To it the forest tells The mystery that haunts its heart and folds Its form in cogitation deep, that holds The shadow of…

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Storm At Annisquam By Madison Julius Cawein

Storm At Annisquam The sun sinks scarlet as a barberry. Far off at sea one vessel lifts a sail, Hurrying to harbor from the coming…

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Romance By Madison Julius Cawein

Romance Thus have I pictured her:-In Arden old A white-browed maiden with a falcon eye, Rose-flushed of face, with locks of wind-blown gold, Teaching her…

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Poppies By Madison Julius Cawein

Poppies Summer met Sleep at sunset, Dreaming within the south, Drugged with his soul’s deep slumber, Red with her heart’s hot drouth, These are the…

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Of The Slums By Madison Julius Cawein

Of The Slums Red-Faced as old carousal, and with eyes A hard, hot blue; her hair a frowsy flame, Bold, dowdy-bosomed, from her widow-frame She…

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Mid-Winter By Madison Julius Cawein

Mid-Winter All day the clouds hung ashen with the cold; And through the snow the muffled waters fell; The day seemed drowned in grief too…

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Lines By Madison Julius Cawein

Lines Within the world of every man’s desire Three things have power to lift his soul above, Through dreams, religion, and ecstatic fire, The star-like…

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In May By Madison Julius Cawein

In May When you and I in the hills went Maying, You and I in the bright May weather, The birds, that sang on the…

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Halloween By Madison Julius Cawein

Halloween All hushed of glee, The last chill bee Clings wearily To the dying aster. The leaves dropp faster: And all around, red as disaster,…

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Evening On The Farm By Madison Julius Cawein

Evening On The Farm From out the hills where twilight stands, Above the shadowy pasture lands, With strained and strident cry, Beneath pale skies that…

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Days And Days By Madison Julius Cawein

Days And Days The days that clothed white limbs with heat, And rocked the red rose on their breast, Have passed with amber-sandaled feet Into…

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Beautiful-Bosomed, O Night By Madison Julius Cawein

Beautiful-Bosomed, O Night I Beautiful-bosomed, O Night, in thy noon Move with majesty onward! soaring, as lightly As a singer may soar the notes of…

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Amadis And Oriana By Madison Julius Cawein

Amadis And Oriana From ‘Beltenebros at Miraflores’ O sunset, from the springs of stars Draw down thy cataracts of gold; And belt their streams with…

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A Prayer For Old Age By Madison Julius Cawein

A Prayer For Old Age These are the things which I would ask of Time: When I am old, Never to feel in soul doubt’s…

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Zero By Madison Julius Cawein

Zero The gate, on ice-hoarse hinges, stiff with frost, Croaks open; and harsh wagon-wheels are heard Creaking through cold; the horses’ breath is furred Around…

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Wasteland By Madison Julius Cawein

Wasteland Briar and fennel and chinquapin, And rue and ragweed everywhere; The field seemed sick as a soul with sin, Or dead of an old…

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Toadstools By Madison Julius Cawein

Toadstools Once when it had rained all night And all day, the next day, why, In our yard, a lot of white, Dumpy toadstools grew…

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The Willow Water By Madison Julius Cawein

The Willow Water Deep in the hollow wood he found a way Winding unto a water, dim and gray, Grayer and dimmer than the break…

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The Screech-Owl By Madison Julius Cawein

The Screech-Owl When, one by one, the stars have trembled through Eve’s shadowy hues of violet, rose, and fire As on a pansy-bloom the limpid…

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The Path By The Creek By Madison Julius Cawein

The Path By The Creek There is a path that leads Through purple iron-weeds, By button-bush and mallow Along a creek; A path that wildflowers…

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The Mountain-Still By Madison Julius Cawein

The Mountain-Still The Moonshiner He leans far out and watches: Down below The road seems but a ribbon through the trees: The bluff, from which…

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The Jongleur By Madison Julius Cawein

The Jongleur Last night I lay awake and heard the wind, That madman jongleur of the world of air, Making wild music: now he seemed…

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The Glowworm By Madison Julius Cawein

The Glowworm How long had I sat there and had not beheld The gleam of the glow-worm till something compelled!… The heaven was starless, the…

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The Dance Of Summer By Madison Julius Cawein

The Dance Of Summer Summer, gowned in catnip-gray, Goes her weedy wildwood way, Where with rosehip-buttoned coat, Cardinal flower-plume afloat, With the squirrel-folk at play,…

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The Best Of Life By Madison Julius Cawein

The Best Of Life With soul self-blind Do n’t struggle on merely at last to find The best of life, the dream, is left behind….

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So Much To Do By Madison Julius Cawein

So Much To Do The face of the world is a homely face, And the look of the world unkind, When harsh on your arm…

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Reincarnation By Madison Julius Cawein

Reincarnation High in the place of outraged liberty, He ruled the world, an emperor and god His iron armies swept the land and sea, And…

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Our Dreams By Madison Julius Cawein

Our Dreams Spare us our Dreams, O God! The dream we dreamed When we were children and dwelt near the Land Of Faery, which our…

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Nearing Christmas By Madison Julius Cawein

Nearing Christmas THE season of the rose and peace is past: It could not last. There’s heartbreak in the hills and stormy sighs Of sorrow…

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Lynchers By Madison Julius Cawein

Lynchers At the moon’s down-going let it be On the quarry hill with its one gnarled tree. The red-rock road of the underbrush, Where the…

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Knight-Errant By Madison Julius Cawein

Knight-Errant Onward he gallops through enchanted gloom. The spectres of the forest, dark and dim, And shadows of vast death environ him Onward he spurs…

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Hope On By Madison Julius Cawein

Hope On Hope on, dear Heart, and you will see The walls of worry fade and flee; And sane of soul and sound of mind,…

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Gargaphie By Madison Julius Cawein

Gargaphie ‘ Succinctae sacra Dianae ‘.-OVID There the ragged sunlight lay Tawny on thick ferns and gray On dark waters: dimmer, Lone and deep, the…

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Drouth By Madison Julius Cawein

Drouth I The hot sunflowers by the glaring pike Lift shields of sultry brass; the teasel tops, Pink-thorned, advance with bristling spike on spike Against…

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Christmas Eve By Madison Julius Cawein

Christmas Eve Christmas Eve is here at last. And I’m happy as can be. Going to have a Christmas-tree, And more toys than any past…

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Aubade By Madison Julius Cawein

Aubade Awake! the dawn is on the hills! Behold, at her cool throat a rose, Blue-eyed and beautiful she goes, Leaving her steps in daffodils.-…

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Achievement By Madison Julius Cawein

Achievement He held himself splendidly forward Both early and late; The aim of his purpose was starward, To master his fate: So he wrought and…

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A Light In The Window By Madison Julius Cawein

A Light In The Window Rain and wind and candlelight And let us pray a prayer to-night: For every soul, since life is brief, Little…

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Womanhood By Madison Julius Cawein

Womanhood I The summer takes its hue From something opulent as fair in her, And the bright heaven is brighter than it was; Brighter and…

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Unforgotten By Madison Julius Cawein

Unforgotten How many things, that we would remember, Sweet or sad, or great or small, Do our minds forget! and how one thing only, One…

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Three Things By Madison Julius Cawein

Three Things There are three things of Earth That help us more Than those of heavenly birth That all implore Than Love or Faith or…

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The Troubadour, Pons De Capdeuil By Madison Julius Cawein

The Troubadour, Pons De Capdeuil The gray dawn finds me thinking still Of thee who hadst my thoughts all night; Of thee, who art my…

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The Rising Of The Moon By Madison Julius Cawein

The Rising Of The Moon THE Day brims high its ewer Of blue with starry light, And crowns as King that hewer Of clouds (which…

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The Old Lane By Madison Julius Cawein

The Old Lane An old, lost lane; where can it lead? To stony pastures, where the weed Purples its plume, or sails its seed: And…

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The Lust Of The World By Madison Julius Cawein

The Lust Of The World SINCE Man first lifted up his eyes to hers And saw her vampire beauty, which is lust, All else is…

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The House Of Moss By Madison Julius Cawein

The House Of Moss How fancy romped and played here, Building this house of moss! A faery house, the shade here And sunlight gleam across;…

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The Faun By Madison Julius Cawein

The Faun The joys that touched thee once, be mine! The sympathies of sky and sea, The friendships of each rock and pine, That made…

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The Christmas Tree By Madison Julius Cawein

The Christmas Tree Christmas is just one week off, And Old Santa’s in the house; In the attic heard a cough Th’ other day when…

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Superstition By Madison Julius Cawein

Superstition In the waste places, in the dreadful night, When the wood whispers like a wandering mind, And silence sits and listens to the wind,…

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September On Cape Ann By Madison Julius Cawein

September On Cape Ann The partridge-berry flecks with flame the way That leads to ferny hollows where the bee Drones on the aster. Far away…

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Quatrains By Madison Julius Cawein

Quatrains THE WIND IN THE PINES WHEN winds go organing through the pines On hill and headland, darkly gleaming, Meseems I hear sonorous lines Of…

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