Poems by Madison Julius Cawein
The Spirit Of The Forest Spring
... As she pours clear ooze from her heart's cool cruse, ...
Hymn To Spiritual Desire
... A lute for the music of God, that lips, which are mortal, but stammer! ...
The Man Hunt
... They have brought the bloodhounds up again &emsp ...
Zyps Of Zirl
... "By his cross-bow, baldrick, and cap's black curl," ...
Uncertainty
... The rain-drenched sunflowers bent and bleached, ...
Lincoln, 1809--February 12, 1909
... Whose wrath he'd weathered, back he looks with tears, ...
Music
... Thou of the chorded shell and golden plectrum! thou ...
Penetralia
... in the tree I am the sap,-that shall reveal ...
An Autumn Night
... Then, when the old clock ticks _'tis late_, ...
"The Fathers of our Fathers"
... Never hearing what they should hear, never saying what should come, ...
The Fen-Fire
... My form was breathed to haunt this spot, ...
Arcanna
... No guess shall search them and no thought intrude ...
To Sorrow
... The cold, pure spice of rain-drenched forests deep,-- ...
Persephone
... In silent sisterhood down-gazing at their charms-- ...
Indifference
... Have learned the staff of her sweet laugh, ...
