Madison Julius Cawein

(1865-1914 / the United States)

Madison Julius Cawein Poems

1. A Baby 10/2/2012
2. A Ballad Of Sweethearts 10/2/2012
3. A Belgian Christmas 9/20/2010
4. A Bit Of Coast 10/2/2012
5. A Boy's Heart 10/2/2012
6. A Broken Rainbow On The Skies Of May 10/2/2012
7. A Cameo 10/2/2012
8. A Cavalier's Toast 10/2/2012
9. A Coign Of The Forest 10/2/2012
10. A Dream Shape 10/2/2012
11. A Dreamer Of Dreams 9/20/2010
12. A Fallen Beech 10/2/2012
13. A Flower Of The Fields 10/2/2012
14. A Forest Child 10/2/2012
15. A Forest Flute 10/2/2012
16. A Forest Idyl 10/2/2012
17. A Ghost And A Dream 10/2/2012
18. A Ghost Of Yesterday 9/20/2010
19. A Last Word 9/20/2010
20. A Legend Of The Lily 10/2/2012
21. A Light In The Window 10/2/2012
22. A Long, Long Way 10/2/2012
23. A Lullaby 10/2/2012
24. A Maid Who Died Old 9/20/2010
25. A March Voluntary (Wind And Cloud) 10/2/2012
26. A Mayapple Flower 10/2/2012
27. A Midsummer Day 10/2/2012
28. A Niello 9/20/2010
29. A Night In June 10/2/2012
30. A Poet's Epitaph 9/21/2010
31. A Pool Among The Rocks 10/2/2012
32. A Prayer For Old Age 10/2/2012
33. A Road Song 9/21/2010
34. A Sleet-Storm In May 10/2/2012
35. A Song For All Day 10/2/2012
36. A Song For Labor 10/2/2012
37. A Song For Yule 10/2/2012
38. A Song Of Cheer 10/2/2012
39. A Song Of The Snow 10/2/2012
40. A Street Of Ghosts 10/2/2012

Comments about Madison Julius Cawein

  • Rebecca Navarre Rebecca Navarre (2/8/2018 11:00:00 PM)

    One Of The Most Deeply Moving, Beautiful Poets! ! ! ! !
    Every Word In Nature And In Time, Is Beyond
    What A Painting Could Ever Describe! ! ! ! ! Ever So
    Much Beauty, Beyond What, Could Meet The Eye! ! ! ! !

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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 ...

Read the full of A Yellow Rose

The Soul

A heritage of hopes and fears
And dreams and memory,
And vices of ten thousand years
God gives to thee.

A house of clay, the home of Fate,
Haunted of Love and Sin,
Where Death stands knocking at the gate
To let him in.

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