Madison Julius Cawein Poems

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Can freckled August,-drowsing warm and blond
Beside a wheat-shock in the white-topped mead,
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From 'Wild Thorn and Lily'

Among the white haw-blossoms, where the creek
Droned under drifts of dogwood and of haw,
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Those hewers of the clouds, the Winds,-that lair
At the four compass-points,-are out to-night;
I hear their sandals trample on the height,
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WITH her fair face she made my heaven,
Beneath whose stars and moon and sun
I worshiped, praying, having striven,
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I

There are faeries, bright of eye,
Who the wildflowers' warders are:
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I

Above lone woodland ways that led
To dells the stealthy twilights tread
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The Winter Wind, the wind of death,
Who knocked upon my door,
Now through the keyhole entereth,
Invisible and hoar:
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Pale as a star that shines through rain
Her face was seen at the window-pane,
Her sad, frail face that watched in vain.
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I Heard a reed among the hills,
A woodland reed of music where,
Like madcap children, ran the rills,
Boisterous, with wildly flowing hair.
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HE found the long room as it was of old,
Glimmering with sunset's gold;
That made the tapestries seem full of eyes
Strange with a wild surmise:
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