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 | The poems of Madison Cawein |  |
[Wine-warm winds that sigh and sing]
Wine-warm winds that sigh and sing
Led me, wrapped in many moods,
Through the green, sonorous woods
Of belated spring.
Led me, wrapped in many moods,
Through the green, sonorous woods
Of belated spring.
Till I came where, glad with heat,
Waste and wild the fields were strewn,
Olden as the olden moon,
At my weary feet.
Waste and wild the fields were strewn,
Olden as the olden moon,
At my weary feet.
Wild and white with starry bloom,
One far milky-way that dashed,
When some mad wind down it flashed,
Into billowy foam.
One far milky-way that dashed,
When some mad wind down it flashed,
Into billowy foam.
I, bewildered, gazed around,
As one on whose heavy dreams
Comes a sudden burst of beams,
Like a mighty sound. . . . .
As one on whose heavy dreams
Comes a sudden burst of beams,
Like a mighty sound. . . . .
If the grander flowers I sought,
But these berry-blooms to you,
Evanescent as the dew,
Only these I brought.
But these berry-blooms to you,
Evanescent as the dew,
Only these I brought.
| The poems of Madison Cawein | |