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 | The poems of Madison Cawein |  |
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THE HEART O' SPRING
Whiten, oh, whiten, O clouds of lawn!
Lily-like clouds that whiten above,
Now like a dove, and now like a swan,
But never, oh, never—pass on! pass on!—
Never as white as the throat of my love.
Lily-like clouds that whiten above,
Now like a dove, and now like a swan,
But never, oh, never—pass on! pass on!—
Never as white as the throat of my love.
Blue-black night on the mountain peaks—
Oh, not so black as the locks o' my love!
Stars that shine through the evening's streaks
Over the torrent that flashes and breaks,
Brighter the eyes of my love, my love!
Oh, not so black as the locks o' my love!
Stars that shine through the evening's streaks
Over the torrent that flashes and breaks,
Brighter the eyes of my love, my love!
Moon in a cloud, as white as snow,
Mist in the vale where the rivulet bounds,
Dropping from ledge to ledge below,
Turning to gold in the sunset's glow,
Softer and sweeter her footstep sounds.
Mist in the vale where the rivulet bounds,
Dropping from ledge to ledge below,
Turning to gold in the sunset's glow,
Softer and sweeter her footstep sounds.
Sound o' May winds in the blossoming trees,
Oh, not so sweet as her laugh that rings;
Song o' wild birds on the morning breeze,
Birds and brooks and murmur o' bees,
Sweeter her voice when she laughs or sings.
Oh, not so sweet as her laugh that rings;
Song o' wild birds on the morning breeze,
Birds and brooks and murmur o' bees,
Sweeter her voice when she laughs or sings.
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The rose o' my heart is she; my dawn!
My star o' the east, my moon above!
My soul takes ship for the Avalon
Of her heart of hearts, and shall sail on
Till it anchors safe in its haven of love.
My star o' the east, my moon above!
My soul takes ship for the Avalon
Of her heart of hearts, and shall sail on
Till it anchors safe in its haven of love.
| The poems of Madison Cawein | |