 | The poems of Madison Cawein |  |
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ROMANTIC LOVE
I
Is it not sweet not know?—The moon hath told me so—
That in some lost romance, love,
Long lost to us below,
A knight with casque and lance, love,
A thousand years ago,
I kissed you from a trance, love?—
The moon hath told me so.
II
Or were it strange to wis?—The stars have told me this—
That once a nightingale, love,
Sang on an Isle of Greece;
From whose melodious wail, love,
Its song's wild harmonies,
Was born a spirit-woman—
Yourself! whom I, a human,
Made mine! ... So goes the tale, love!—
The stars have told me this.
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III
Is it not quaint to tell?—The flowers remember well—
How once a wild-rose blew, love,
Dim in a haunted dell;
To which a bee was true, love.
The bee, so it befell,
Was I: the rose was you, love! ...
The flowers remember well.
IV
To moon and flower and starWe are not what we are.—
Sometimes, from o'er that sea, love,
Whose golden sands are far,—
From shores of Destiny, love,—
The dreams that know no bar,
Will waft a truth that glistens
To Memory who listens,
Reminding you and me, love,
We are not what we are.
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