Madison Julius Cawein

(1865-1914 / the United States)

A Forest Flute - Poem by Madison Julius Cawein

I Heard a reed among the hills,
A woodland reed of music where,
Like madcap children, ran the rills,
Boisterous, with wildly flowing hair.

I knew it for a pipe the Spring
Tuned to the rapture in her heart,
That in the egg should shape the wing,
And in the seed the wildflower start.

And I I followed where it blew,
And found a valley, dim and green,
A wild spot, like a dropp of dew,
Hung glimmeringly two hills between.

I heard the flute, a bird-like note,
That made the place a magic well,
On which enchantment seemed to float,
A spirit in a rainbow shell.

I knew what danced there with its flute,
Unseen, a part of soul and mind:
I saw the imprint of its foot,
In many a flower of orchis-kind.

I knew it of an ancient race,
Some myth the Greeks had known of old.
Could I have spoken it face to face
Of what lost dreams I might have told!

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  • * Sunprincess * (1/22/2016 5:54:00 PM)

    ...........a super nice poem ★

    I heard the flute, a bird-like note,
    That made the place a magic well,
    On which enchantment seemed to float,
    A spirit in a rainbow shell.
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 2, 2012



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