Poems by Madison Julius Cawein
Afterword For Weeds By The Wall
... --_ _Would I could know them as they are expressed ...
The Rising Of The Moon
... and winging From out the east a bird, ...
At Vespers
... Of passion that cries from the grimness ...
Constance
... _ Should I not care when CONSTANCE there,-- ...
The Dream Of Christ
... For jubilant bells rocked booming "peace and love" ...
Pearls
... Searching for shells deep in the creek's slow swirl, ...
Dreams
... Where, crowned with roses, stands the DAWN, ...
The Passing Of The Beautiful
... Slew these vast woodlands crimsoning all their bowers! ...
To My Good Friend W. T. H. Howe
... Works to some end through hearts that dreams illumine: ...
The Cup Of Joy
... Lift the cup and, "Here's to Pleasure!" ...
Occult
... Blow wide the buds, which night has swelled ...
Simulacra
... Showed where the God of Slaughter seemed to sit ...
Which?
... Whose one hand signed me listen, ...
A Reed Shaken In The Wind
... -- Haggard grave-stones, mossed and crumbled, ...
Processional
... There the comets, vast and streaming, ...
