The poems of Madison Cawein | ||
TO GERTRUDE
You are weary of reading:
I am weary of song:
The one is misleading;
The other, o'er long:—
All Art 's overlong.
I am weary of song:
The one is misleading;
The other, o'er long:—
All Art 's overlong.
Ah, would it were ours
To leave them, and then,
'Mid the fields and the flowers,
Be children again,
Glad children again.
To leave them, and then,
'Mid the fields and the flowers,
Be children again,
Glad children again.
The poems of Madison Cawein | ||