Madison Julius Cawein

(1865-1914 / the United States)

Madison Julius Cawein Poems

1. Abandoned 9/21/2010
2. After Long Grief 9/21/2010
3. After The Rain 9/21/2010
4. Amadis And Oriana 9/21/2010
5. Apocalypse 9/21/2010
6. Argonauts 9/21/2010
7. Assumption 9/21/2010
8. At Sunset 9/21/2010
9. At The End Of The Road 9/21/2010
10. Attainment 9/21/2010
11. Aubade 9/21/2010
12. Autumn Sorrow 9/21/2010
13. Ballad Of Low-Lie-Down 9/21/2010
14. Bare Boughs 9/21/2010
15. Beautiful-Bosomed, O Night 9/21/2010
16. Beauty And Art 9/21/2010
17. Before The Rain 9/21/2010
18. Here Is The Place Where Loveliness Keeps House 9/20/2010
19. The Morn That Breaks Its Heart Of Gold 9/20/2010
20. A Belgian Christmas 9/20/2010
21. A Dreamer Of Dreams 9/20/2010
22. A Ghost Of Yesterday 9/20/2010
23. A Maid Who Died Old 9/20/2010
24. A Niello 9/20/2010
25. The Soul 9/20/2010
26. A Twilight Moth 9/21/2010
27. Comradery 9/21/2010
28. Death 9/21/2010
29. Deep In The Forest 9/21/2010
30. Hymn To Spiritual Desire 9/21/2010
31. In A Garden 9/21/2010
32. In Arcady 9/21/2010
33. In May 9/21/2010
34. In Pearl And Gold 9/21/2010
35. In The Lane 9/21/2010
36. In The Shadow Of The Beeches 9/21/2010
37. In The Wood 9/21/2010
38. Intimations Of The Beautiful 9/21/2010
39. Ku Klux 9/21/2010
40. Laus Deo 9/21/2010
Best Poem of Madison Julius Cawein

A Yellow Rose

The old gate clicks, and down the walk,
Between clove-pink and hollyhock,
Still young of face though gray of lock,
Among her garden's flowers she goes
At evening's close,
Deep in her hair a yellow rose.

The old house shows one gable-peak
Above its trees; and sage and leek
Blend with the rose their scents: the creek,
Leaf-hidden, past the garden flows,
That on it snows
Pale petals of the yellow rose.

The crickets pipe in dewy damps;
And everywhere the fireflies' lamps
Flame like the lights of Faery camps;
While, overhead, the soft sky ...

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A Dreamer Of Dreams

He lived beyond men, and so stood
Admitted to the brotherhood
Of beauty:-dreams, with which he trod
Companioned like some sylvan god.
And oft men wondered, when his thought
Made all their knowledge seem as naught,
If he, like Uther's mystic son,
Had not been born for Avalon.

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