The poems of Madison Cawein | ||
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ON STONY-RUN
O cheerly, cheerly by the road,
And merrily down the hillet,
And where the bottom-lands are sowed
With bristle-bearded millet;
And merrily down the hillet,
And where the bottom-lands are sowed
With bristle-bearded millet;
Then o'er a pebbled path it goes
Through woodland dale and dingle,
Unto a farmstead's windowed rose,
And roof of moss and shingle.
Through woodland dale and dingle,
Unto a farmstead's windowed rose,
And roof of moss and shingle.
Then darkly, darkly through the brush,
And dimly round the boulder,
Where cane and water-weeds grow lush,
Its current clear flows colder.
And dimly round the boulder,
Where cane and water-weeds grow lush,
Its current clear flows colder.
Then by the cedared way that leads,
Through burr and bramble-thickets,
Unto a burial-ground of weeds
Fenced in with broken pickets.
Through burr and bramble-thickets,
Unto a burial-ground of weeds
Fenced in with broken pickets.
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Then slowly, slowly down the vale,
And wearily through the rushes,
Where sunlight of the noon is pale,
Its shadowy water hushes.
And wearily through the rushes,
Where sunlight of the noon is pale,
Its shadowy water hushes.
For oft her young face smiled upon
Its deeps here, willow-shaded;
And oft with bare feet in the sun
Its shallows there she waded.
Its deeps here, willow-shaded;
And oft with bare feet in the sun
Its shallows there she waded.
No more beneath the twinkling leaves
Shall stand the farmer's daughter!—
Sing softly past the cottage eaves,
O memory-haunted water!
Shall stand the farmer's daughter!—
Sing softly past the cottage eaves,
O memory-haunted water!
No more shall bend her laughing face
Above it where the rose is!—
Sigh softly past the burial-place
Where all her youth reposes.
Above it where the rose is!—
Sigh softly past the burial-place
Where all her youth reposes.
The poems of Madison Cawein | ||