 | 1. |
| 2. |
| 3. |
| 4. |
 | 5. |
|
|
|
|
 | The poems of Madison Cawein |  |
374
FLORIDIAN
I
The cactus and the aloe bloom
Beneath the window of your room;
That window where, at evenfall,
Beneath the twilight's first pale star,
You linger, tall and spiritual,
And hearken my guitar.
Beneath the window of your room;
That window where, at evenfall,
Beneath the twilight's first pale star,
You linger, tall and spiritual,
And hearken my guitar.
It is the hour
When every flower
Is wooed of moth or bee—
Would, would you were the flower, dear,
And I the moth to draw you near,
To draw you near to me,
My dear,
To draw you near to me!
When every flower
Is wooed of moth or bee—
Would, would you were the flower, dear,
And I the moth to draw you near,
To draw you near to me,
My dear,
To draw you near to me!
II
The jasmine and bignonia spill
Their balm about your windowsill;
That sill where, when magnolia-white,
In foliage mists, the moon hangs far,
You lean with bright deep eyes of night,
And hearken my guitar.
Their balm about your windowsill;
375
In foliage mists, the moon hangs far,
You lean with bright deep eyes of night,
And hearken my guitar.
It is the hour
When from each flower
The wind woos essences—
Would, would you were the flower, love,
And I the wind to breathe above,
To breathe above and kiss,
My love,
To breathe above and kiss!
When from each flower
The wind woos essences—
Would, would you were the flower, love,
And I the wind to breathe above,
To breathe above and kiss,
My love,
To breathe above and kiss!
| The poems of Madison Cawein | |