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 | The poems of Madison Cawein |  |
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NOONING
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Weak winds that make the waters wink;White clouds that sail from lands of Fable
To white Utopias, vague, that brink
Sky-gulfs of blue unfathomable:
Their rolling shadows drifting
O'er hills of forest, lifting
Wild peaks of purple range, that loom and sink.
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Warm knolls, whereon the Summer dreams;And droning dells, where all her brightness
Lies, lulled with hymns of mountain-streams'
Far-foaming falls of windy whiteness:
Where, from the glooming hollow,
With cawing crows that follow,
The hunted hawk wings wearily and screams.
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Dry-buzzing heat and drought that shrillsWith one harsh locust's lonesome whirring;
No voice amid the answering hills
Recedes in echoes far-recurring;
As when, with twilight wimpled,
The Morning, rosy dimpled,
From dewy tops called o'er responding rills.
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Wan with sweet summer hangs the deepHot heaven with the high sun hearted—
A great, wide bluebell bloom asleep
With golden-pistiled petals parted.—
So lone, one would not startle
If from yon wood should dartle
Some wildwood Dream, some Myth the wildwoods keep.
| The poems of Madison Cawein | |