Madison Julius Cawein

(1865-1914 / the United States)

Madison Julius Cawein Poems

1. A Woodland Grave 9/21/2010
2. Abandoned 9/21/2010
3. After Long Grief 9/21/2010
4. After The Rain 9/21/2010
5. Amadis And Oriana 9/21/2010
6. Apocalypse 9/21/2010
7. Argonauts 9/21/2010
8. Assumption 9/21/2010
9. At Sunset 9/21/2010
10. At The End Of The Road 9/21/2010
11. Attainment 9/21/2010
12. Aubade 9/21/2010
13. Autumn Sorrow 9/21/2010
14. Ballad Of Low-Lie-Down 9/21/2010
15. Bare Boughs 9/21/2010
16. Beautiful-Bosomed, O Night 9/21/2010
17. Beauty And Art 9/21/2010
18. Before The Rain 9/21/2010
19. Chant Before Battle 9/21/2010
20. Child And Father 9/21/2010
21. Comradery 9/21/2010
22. Don Quixote 9/21/2010
23. Drouth 9/21/2010
24. Dusk 9/21/2010
25. Dusk In The Woods 9/21/2010
26. Eidolons 9/21/2010
27. Elusion 9/21/2010
28. Enchantment 9/21/2010
29. Evening On The Farm 9/21/2010
30. Field And Forest Call 9/21/2010
31. Flight 9/21/2010
32. Forest And Field 9/21/2010
33. Friends 9/21/2010
34. Garden Gossip 9/21/2010
35. Gargaphie 9/21/2010
36. Ghosts 9/21/2010
37. Haec Olim Meminisse 9/21/2010
38. Hymn To Spiritual Desire 9/21/2010
39. In A Garden 9/21/2010
40. In Arcady 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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