Madison Julius Cawein

Why Should I Pine By Madison Julius Cawein

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: And lips, as red as sunlit wine; Sweet lips, that never know disdain: And hearts, for passion over fain; Fond, trusting hearts that know no stain Of scorn for hearts that love l... »

Treasure By Madison Julius Cawein

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 ever meddled: And this old man was very fond of verses. His house, a ruin, so the tale rehearses; A hovel over-run of rats and vermin; Not fit for beast to live in. (Like ... »

The Wood God By Madison Julius Cawein

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 he vanished like a dream. A great beech aimed a giant stroke At my bent head, in mad alarm; And then a chestnut and an oak Struck at me with a knotted arm. The brambles clutch... »

The Spirit Of The Forest Spring By Madison Julius Cawein

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 the skies In friendship-wise and fellowship: While the gleam and glance of her countenance Lull into trance the woodland places, As over the rocks she trails her lo... »

The Puritans’ Christmas By Madison Julius Cawein

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 the clearing ‘Mid solitudes of snow, The wild-beast and the wilderness, And lurking Indian foe. No time had they for pleasure,... »

The Old Creek By Madison Julius Cawein

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 fireflies round its bank of ferns Hang will-o’-wisps for lamps, Where in a place no eye discerns Enchantment’s host encamps. T... »

The Little Boy And His Shadow By Madison Julius Cawein

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 goes That often walks behind me? Where does it go when I come home; For often I’m without it; It’s queer and very worrisome, I’d like to know about it... »

The Harvest Moon By Madison Julius Cawein

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 mists among: Within thy light a sunburnt youth, named Health, Rests ‘mid the tasseled shocks, the tawny stubble; And by his side, ... »

The Dream Of Roderick By Madison Julius Cawein

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 night was calm. Gray, Gothic-gated, in the ray Of moonrise, tower-and castle-crowned, The city of Toledo lay Beneath the terraced palace-ground. Again, he... »

The Brook By Madison Julius Cawein

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 each myth that dwells In nature be it Nymph or Fay or Faun And whispering of them to the dales and dells, It wanders on and on. To it the heaven shows The secret of its ... »

Storm At Annisquam By Madison Julius Cawein

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 gale, That banks the west above a choppy sea. The sun is gone; the fide is flowing free; The bay is opaled with wild light; and pale The lighthouse spears its flame now;... »

Romance By Madison Julius Cawein

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 hawks to fly. Or, ‘mid her boar-hounds, panting with the heat, In huntsman green, sounding the hunt’s wild prize, Plumed, dagger-belte... »

Poppies By Madison Julius Cawein

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 drowsy kisses She pressed upon his mouth. Hits: 0 »

Of The Slums By Madison Julius Cawein

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 leans, her mouth all insult and all lies. Or slattern-slippered and in sluttish gown, With ribald mirth and words too vile to name, A new Doll Tearsheet, glo... »

Mid-Winter By Madison Julius Cawein

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 deep to tell, Like some old hermit whose last bead is told. At eve the wind woke, and the snow clouds rolled Aside to leave the fierce sky visible; Harsh as an ir... »

Lines By Madison Julius Cawein

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 shapes of Beauty, Truth, and Love. I never hoped that, this side far-off Heaven, These three,-whom all exalted souls pursue, I e’er shou... »

In May By Madison Julius Cawein

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 boughs together, There in the green of the woods, kept saying All that my heart was saying low, ‘I love you! love you!’ soft and low, And did you know? When you and I in the h... »

Halloween By Madison Julius Cawein

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, The forest crimsons with tree on tree. A butterfly, The last to die, Wings heavily by, Weighed down with torpor. The air grows sharper; And the wind in the tr... »

Evening On The Farm By Madison Julius Cawein

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 sunset bands, The bull-bats fly. A cloud hangs over, strange of shape, And, colored like the half-ripe grape, Seems some uneven stain On heaven’... »

Days And Days By Madison Julius Cawein

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 the ruby-gated west. These were the days that filled the heart With overflowing riches of Life, in whose soul no dream shall start But hath its origin in love... »

Beautiful-Bosomed, O Night By Madison Julius Cawein

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 an exquisite tune, The stars and the moon Through the clerestories high of the heaven, the firmament’s halls: Under whose sapphirine walls, June,... »

Amadis And Oriana By Madison Julius Cawein

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 burning bars Of ruby on which flame is rolled: Drench dingles with laburnum light; Drown every vale in violet blaze: Rain rose-light down; a... »

A Prayer For Old Age By Madison Julius Cawein

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 spiritual rime; The heart grow cold With self; but in me that which warms my time. II. Never to feel the drouth, the dearth that kills, Before one dies, Of mind, full-flowering on ... »

Zero By Madison Julius Cawein

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 their nostrils; and with snow deep mossed The hut is barely seen, from which, uptossed, The wood-smoke pillars the icy air unstirred; ... »

Wasteland By Madison Julius Cawein

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 despair, Born of an ancient care. The cricket’s cry and the locust’s whirr, And the note of a bird’s distress, With the rasping sound of a grasshop... »

Toadstools By Madison Julius Cawein

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 close by Our old peach tree: some were high, Peak’d, like half-shut parasols; Others round and low, like balls, Little hollow balls; and I Called my father to the tre... »

The Willow Water By Madison Julius Cawein

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 of day; By which a wildrose blossomed; flower on flower Leaning above its image hour on hour, Musing, it seemed, on its own loveliness, And longing with sweet longing to expre... »

The Screech-Owl By Madison Julius Cawein

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 dew Orbs its bright beads; and, one by one, the choir Of insects wakes on nodding bush and brier: Then through the woods where wandering winds pursue A ... »

The Path By The Creek By Madison Julius Cawein

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 hallow, That wild birds seek; Roofed thick with eglantine And grape and trumpet-vine. This side, blackberries sweet Glow cobalt in the heat; That side, a cream... »

The Mountain-Still By Madison Julius Cawein

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 he gazes, whence he sees Some ox-team or some horseman come and go, Is briered with brush. A man comes riding slow Around a bend of road. Against his knees ... »

The Jongleur By Madison Julius Cawein

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 to fare With harp and lute, so intimately twinned They were as one; now on a drum he dinned, Now on a tabor; now, with blow and blare Of sackbut and recorder, everywhere... »

The Glowworm By Madison Julius Cawein

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 forest was deep, And the vistas of darkness stretched silent in sleep. And late ‘mid the trees had I lingered until No thing was awake but the lone ... »

The Dance Of Summer By Madison Julius Cawein

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, Brown September, smiling, stands, Chieftain of the Romany bands Of the Fall a gypsy crew, Glimmering in lobelia-blue, Gold a... »

The Best Of Life By Madison Julius Cawein

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. Why desperately! Struggle and strive? after long years to see Substance alone has no reality. To find, alas! The starry glitter in the mountain pass, The light you climb... »

So Much To Do By Madison Julius Cawein

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 a hand it lays And bids you into the grind, That ‘s little to your mind, my dear, That ‘s little to your mind. But it ‘s work that counts in the world, you see; Not what w... »

Reincarnation By Madison Julius Cawein

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 conquered nations trembled at his nod. By him the love that fills man’s soul with light, And makes a Heaven of Earth, was crucified; Lust-crowned he lived, ye... »

Our Dreams By Madison Julius Cawein

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 Childhood often planned To reach, beholding where its towers gleamed: The dream our Youth put seaward with; that streamed With Love’s wild hair, or beckoned with the ha... »

Nearing Christmas By Madison Julius Cawein

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 in the rain-lashed plains and skies, While Earth regards, aghast, The last red leaf that flies. The world is cringing in the darkness where War left his lai... »

Lynchers By Madison Julius Cawein

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 woman came through the summer hush. The sumac high and the elder thick, Where we found the stone and the ragged stick. The trampled road of the thicket, full... »

Knight-Errant By Madison Julius Cawein

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 victorious over doom. Before his eyes that love’s far fires illume Where courage sits, impregnable and grim The form and features of her beau... »

Hope On By Madison Julius Cawein

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, You ‘ll go your way of life and find The paths, once barren, suddenly In blossom; and from Arcady The summer wind blow sweet and kind Hope on, dear Heart. Think what it ‘d ... »

Gargaphie By Madison Julius Cawein

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 cypress grove Bowered mystery and wove Braided lights, like those that love On the pearl plumes of a dove Faint to gleam and glimmer. II Ther... »

Drouth By Madison Julius Cawein

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 the furious sunlight. Field and copse Are sick with summer: now, with breathless stops, The locusts cymbal; now grasshoppers beat Their castanets... »

Christmas Eve By Madison Julius Cawein

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 Christmas saw or ever had, So my mother says, for me. And I’m glad, am just as glad As a little boy can be. Christmas Eve is here at last. Christmas Eve is he... »

Aubade By Madison Julius Cawein

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.- Awake! arise! and let me see Thine eyes, whose deeps epitomize All dawns that were or are to be, O love, all Heaven in thine eyes!- Awake! arise! come down to... »

Achievement By Madison Julius Cawein

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 he toiled and he waited, Till he rose o’er the hordes that he hated, And stood on the heights, as was fated, Made one of the great. Then lo! on the top... »

A Light In The Window By Madison Julius Cawein

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 of trouble and less of grief. And set a light at the windowpane, To guide Love home through the night and rain. Rain and wind and candlelight And what shall we pray agai... »

Womanhood By Madison Julius Cawein

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 lovelier, Arching its beautiful blue, Serene and soft, as her sweet gaze, o’er us. II The springtime takes its moods From something in her made of smiles and ... »

Unforgotten By Madison Julius Cawein

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 little thing endures o’er all! For many things have I forgotten, But this one thing can never forget The scent of a primrose, woodland-wet, Long years ago I fo... »

Three Things By Madison Julius Cawein

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 Hope, For which we strive and grope. The first one is Desire, Who takes our hand And fills our hearts with fire None may withstand; Through whom we’re lifted far A... »

The Troubadour, Pons De Capdeuil By Madison Julius Cawein

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 lute’s sweet skill, And of my soul the only light; My star of song to whom I turn My face and for whose love I yearn. Thou dost not know thy troubadour Lies sick ... »

The Rising Of The Moon By Madison Julius Cawein

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 take their flight Across the sky) old Night. And Tempest there, who houses Within them, like a cave, Lies down and dreams and drowses Upon the Earth’s huge grave, With w... »

The Old Lane By Madison Julius Cawein

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 from one knoll, the vetch makes green, Trailing its glimmering ribbon on, Under deep boughs, a creek is seen, Flecked with the silver of the dawn. An old, green lane; where ... »

The Lust Of The World By Madison Julius Cawein

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 dust Within the compass of the universe. With heart of Jael and with face of Ruth She sits upon the tomb of Time and quaffs Heart’s blood and laughs At all Life calls most no... »

The House Of Moss By Madison Julius Cawein

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; And how it danced and swayed here, A child with locks atoss! I pause to gaze and ponder; And, whisk! I seem to know How, in that house and under, The starry elf-l... »

The Faun By Madison Julius Cawein

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 thy lonely life, ah me! In Tempe or in Gargaphie. Such joy as thou didst feel when first, On some wild crag, thou stood’st alone To watch the mountain tempest burs... »

The Christmas Tree By Madison Julius Cawein

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 not a mouse Nor a rat, I know, was there. Mother said, ‘You’d better be Good, or else, I do declare! There won’t be a Christmas-tree.’ Ch... »

Superstition By Madison Julius Cawein

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, Or, ‘mid the rocks, to some wild torrent’s flight; Bat-browed thou wadest with thy wisp of light Among black pools the moon can never find; Or,... »

September On Cape Ann By Madison Julius Cawein

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 the sea Points its deep sapphire with a gleam of grey. Here from this height where, clustered sweet, the bay Clumps a green couch, the haw and barberry Beading ... »

Quatrains By Madison Julius Cawein

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 Iliads that the woods are dreaming. OPPORTUNITY BEHOLD a hag whom Life denies a kiss As he rides questward in knight-errant-wise; Only when he hath passed ... »