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Nature-notes and impressions in prose and verse
Cawein, Madison Julius (1865-1914)
[section]
[dedication]
[Would I could talk as the flowers talk]
NATURE-NOTES and IMPRESSIONS
1883–1886
1887–1890
1891–1900
1901–1905
[There was an old frog]
[So let Noon lead me till at last she reaches]
[Above the hills the sunset's rolled]
[The bloodroot leaves of middle March]
[Croppings out of unmined gold]
[Moist, rocky places of the spring]
[The hairy stems of the hepatica]
[Deep in the leaves' concealing green]
[The dewberries are blooming now]
[Purple the hills stretch under purple mists]
[Hark how the honey-throated thrush]
[The ground is strewn with the dead oak-bloom]
[That little worm shall become a fly]
[Invite my soul to rest awhile]
[The smell of tannin in the ozoned air]
[The stealthy squirrel skips along]
[Yesterday among the beeches, to-day among the oaks]
[The wind is rising and the leaves are blown]
[The dawn comes in clad all in hodden gray]
[Hylas, that pipe the little buds awake]
[Still are the forests barren of all buds]
[Come, let us forth and homage her]
[My mind's washed clean by the wind that brings]
[The wind goes groping among the trees]
[The sluggish snake now basks his uncoiled length]
[Rocked by the winds of March the trees become]
[The gold-green blooms of the spicebush burn]
[Placid and pure and clean the wild-phlox blooms]
[Who is it knows]
[The liquid note of the thrush—what words can describe it]
[The woodpecker! hear him, the redcapped]
[The crawfish in his tower of ooze and clay]
[Hag-tapers bow their heads i' the wind]
[Here where the twilight-colored trunks of trees]
[Silvered with sun and rain the hills and vales]
[The old tree, on which the man was hanged, sighed to itself]
[Where like an angry tyrant roars the sea]
[What boots it to keep saying]
[Until we meet again]
[Where bloomed the rose but yesterday]
[The climbing cricket clings]
[My soul is sick of many things]
[Ah, not in vain]
[A thin fall rain]
[Ephemeral gold]
[The scarlet and the gold and bronze]
[Ochre-colored broom-sedge]
[In the forest by the rain-wild creeks]
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[Above the hills the sunset's rolled]
Above the hills the sunset's rolled
One long deep streak of lurid gold,
Nature-notes and impressions in prose and verse
