 | The poems of Madison Cawein |  |
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CAN I FORGET?
Can I forget how Love once led the waysOf our two lives together, joining them;
How every hour was his anadem,
And every day a tablet in his praise!
Can I forget how, in his garden's place,
Among the purple roses, stem to stem,
We heard the rumor of his robe's bright hem,
And saw the aureate radiance of his face!—
Though I beheld my soul's high dreams down-hurled,
And Falsehood sit where Truth once towered white,
And in Love's place usurping Lust and Shame,
Though flowers be dead within the winter world,
Are flowers not there? and starless though the night,
Are stars not there, eternal and the same?
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