The poems of Madison Cawein | ||
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Leaving the garden for the lane. He, with lightness of heart:We will leave reason,
Sweet, for a season:
Reason were treason
Now that the nether
Spaces are clad, oh,
In silvery shadow—
We will be glad, oh,
Glad as this weather!
She,
responding to his mood:
Heart unto heart! where the moonlight is slanted,
Let us believe that our souls are enchanted:—
I in the castle-keep; you are the airy
Prince who comes seeking me; love is the fairy
Bringing us two together.
He
Starlight in masses
Over us passes;
And in the grass is
Many a flower.—
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How 'd you enspell me?
What once befell me
There in your bower?
She
Soul unto soul!—in the moon's wizard glory,
Let us believe we are parts in a story:—
I am a poem; a poet you hear it
Whispered in star and in flower; a spirit,
Love, puts my soul in your power.
The poems of Madison Cawein | ||