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 | The poems of Madison Cawein |  |
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When the moon hangs low
Over an afterglow,
Lilac and lily;
When the stars are high,
Wisps in a windless sky,
Silverly stilly:—
Over an afterglow,
Lilac and lily;
When the stars are high,
Wisps in a windless sky,
Silverly stilly:—
He, who will lean, his inner ear compelling,
May hear the spirit of the forest stream
Its story to a wildwood flower telling,
That is no flower but some ascended dream.
May hear the spirit of the forest stream
Its story to a wildwood flower telling,
That is no flower but some ascended dream.
| The poems of Madison Cawein | |