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 | The poems of Madison Cawein |  |
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A LAST WORD
Not for myself, but for the sake of Song,
Would I succeed as others have who gave
Their lives unto her, shaping sure and strong
Her lovely limbs that made them god and slave.
Would I succeed as others have who gave
Their lives unto her, shaping sure and strong
Her lovely limbs that made them god and slave.
Not for myself, but for the sake of Art,
Would I advance beyond the others' best,
Winning a deeper secret from her heart
To hang it moonlike 'mid the starry rest.
Would I advance beyond the others' best,
Winning a deeper secret from her heart
To hang it moonlike 'mid the starry rest.
| The poems of Madison Cawein | |