 | The poems of Madison Cawein |  |
VII
An iron despotism the day's:
A brutal anarchy the night's:
What hope for hope when day betrays,
And night in death delights?
A brutal anarchy the night's:
What hope for hope when day betrays,
And night in death delights?
For, once I prayed for gulfs of gold,
And morn pooled heav'n with sombre blood:
For skies of stars, and skies behold—
Malignant with the scud.
And morn pooled heav'n with sombre blood:
For skies of stars, and skies behold—
Malignant with the scud.
And so I marvel not that he,
Gray-haired and toothless, hugs his stove,
While I my youth, which once was she,
Have buried with my love.
Gray-haired and toothless, hugs his stove,
While I my youth, which once was she,
Have buried with my love.
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