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 | The poems of Madison Cawein |  |
XIII
What revelations fill with song
The cycles? and to what belong
Life's far convictions of the light?
Through which the spirit waxeth strong,
The darkling soul surmounts the night,
By builded rainbows, to some height
Near mountain stars of Truth and Right,
Beyond the vulture-wing of Wrong?—
The cycles? and to what belong
Life's far convictions of the light?
Through which the spirit waxeth strong,
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By builded rainbows, to some height
Near mountain stars of Truth and Right,
Beyond the vulture-wing of Wrong?—
To Nature! who adjusts the deeps
Of her soul's needs to man's; and keeps
Such grave response as grief shall hear
When on her heart it sinks and weeps;
For every gladness, clean and clear
Its glad reflection lying near—
The wild accord of hope and fear
Which in her inmost bosom sleeps.
Of her soul's needs to man's; and keeps
Such grave response as grief shall hear
When on her heart it sinks and weeps;
For every gladness, clean and clear
Its glad reflection lying near—
The wild accord of hope and fear
Which in her inmost bosom sleeps.
| The poems of Madison Cawein | |