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 | The poems of Madison Cawein |  |
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A PUPIL OF PAN
My love's adorable and wise
As heaven and the winds of spring:
Go thou and gaze into her eyes—
Such scholars of the starry skies!
—Canst marvel at the thing?
As heaven and the winds of spring:
Go thou and gaze into her eyes—
Such scholars of the starry skies!
—Canst marvel at the thing?
My love is like a bud that blows
With fragrant honey in its heart:
Go, watch her smile—Wouldst not suppose
She from some warm, white, serious rose
Had learned the happy art?
With fragrant honey in its heart:
Go, watch her smile—Wouldst not suppose
She from some warm, white, serious rose
Had learned the happy art?
The thoughts she speaks are pearls unstrung
That strew her fancy's golden floor:
Go listen—For, the woods among,
She met with Pan, when very young,
Who taught her all his lore.
That strew her fancy's golden floor:
Go listen—For, the woods among,
She met with Pan, when very young,
Who taught her all his lore.
| The poems of Madison Cawein | |