Poems by Madison Julius Cawein
Witchcraft
... Now 'tis her frown, that comes and goes, ...
The Moated Manse
... With gladness that the loved, deemed dead, still lives ...
Mid-Winter
... And then, towards night, the wind seemed some one at ...
In Pearl And Gold
... Long ago; The young, sweet love you used to know ...
The Brush Sparrow
... II. "_Moan_" sob the woodland cascades still ...
The Eve Of All-Saints
... And the mist and the moon distraught ...
The Child At The Gate
... That child's like hers, whose name was Joy ...
The House Of Fear
... Where DEATH stalks listening to the wind and rain ...
Der Freischutz
... Rubbed the stiff sleep from eyes that still would close, ...
The Mermaid
... With the stars of her eyes did she sue me, ...
Unanswered
... These things are chaned-but is her heart, her heart ...
The Screech-Owl
... Your shuddering hoot seems some bleak grief that croons ...
Pestilence
... Until _her_ eyes shall bid him rise and strike ...
Ghost Stories
... And pale on the pools, where the creek-frogs croon, ...
Autumn Sorrow
... and swoons With scents of hazy afternoons ...
