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 | The poems of Madison Cawein |  |
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IN THE WILDWOOD
I lie where silence sleeps,
And twilight dreams and sighs;
Where all heaven's azure peeps
Blue from one wildflower's eyes;
Where, in reflecting deeps,
A world, inverted, lies,
Of dimmer woods and skies:
And twilight dreams and sighs;
Where all heaven's azure peeps
Blue from one wildflower's eyes;
Where, in reflecting deeps,
A world, inverted, lies,
Of dimmer woods and skies:
Divining God from things
Humble as weed and bee;
From songs the wild bird sings
Guessing at poetry;
And from each flower that swings,
Each star-familiar tree,
Learning philosophy.
Humble as weed and bee;
From songs the wild bird sings
Guessing at poetry;
And from each flower that swings,
Each star-familiar tree,
Learning philosophy.
| The poems of Madison Cawein | |