Poems by Madison Julius Cawein
In An Old Garden
... And naught may you find save the homeless wind, ...
Voices
... My heart strikes hands with winds and showers ...
Aphrodite
... Where, breasting with cold bosoms the green waves, ...
A Melody
... From white beams of starlight weave ...
What Little Things!
... Will fill the soul with dreams ...
Snow
... White fields, that are winter-starved, ...
At Dawn
... A voice rang through the House of Sleep, ...
The Cricket
... Like some dim dream low-breathed in slumber's ear,-- ...
The Hills
... Black-limbed and veined with lambent light: ...
At The Ferry
... The heavens seemed filled with the warring dead, ...
Her Eyes
... In her dark eyes, where thoughts arise, ...
Intimations
... And oil and purple smeared on breasts and cheeks, ...
Night
... Pillowed with one milk cluster, floating, swooning, ...
The Dedication To Shapes & Shadows
... No less_ SONG'S _height that these possess: ...
A Sunset Fancy
... Veiled with her hair's gold gloom, ...
