One Day And Another: A Lyrical Eclogue - Inscription

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TO
  G. F. M.
  THIS VOLUME IS INSCRIBED IN MEMORY
  OF MANY DAYS.

  _What though I dreamed of mountain heights,
  Of peaks, the barriers of the world,
  Around whose tops the Northern Lights
  And tempests are unfurled._

  _Mine are the footpaths leading through
  Life's lowly fields and woods,--with rifts,
  Above, of heaven's Eden blue,--
  By which the violet lifts_

  _Its shy appeal; and holding up
  Its chaliced gold, like some wild wine,
  Along the hillside, cup on cup,
  Blooms bright the celandine._

  _Where soft upon each flowering stock
  The butterfly spreads damask wings;
  And under grassy loam and rock
  The cottage cricket sings._

  _Where overhead eve blooms with fire,
  In which the new moon bends her bow,
  And, arrow-like, one white star by her
  Burns through the afterglow._

  _I care not, so the sesame
  I find; the magic flower there,
  Whose touch unseals each mystery
  In water, earth and air._

  _That in the oak tree lets me hear
  Its heart's deep speech, its soul's wise words;
  And to my mind makes crystal clear
  The melodies of birds._

  _Why should I care, who live aloof
  Beyond the din of life and dust,
  While dreams still share my humble roof,
  And love makes sweet my crust?_

© Madison Julius Cawein