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 | The poems of Madison Cawein |  |
14
A SPRING SHOWER
We stood where the fields were beryl,
The redolent woodland was warm;
And the heaven above us, now sterile,
Was alive with the pulse-winds of storm.
The redolent woodland was warm;
And the heaven above us, now sterile,
Was alive with the pulse-winds of storm.
We had watched the green wheat brighten
And gloom as it winced at each gust;
And the turbulent maples whiten
As the lane blew gray with dust.
And gloom as it winced at each gust;
And the turbulent maples whiten
As the lane blew gray with dust.
White flakes from the blossoming cherry,
Pink snows of the peaches were blown,
And star-bloom wrecks of the berry
And dogwood petals were sown.
Pink snows of the peaches were blown,
And star-bloom wrecks of the berry
And dogwood petals were sown.
Then instantly heaven was sullied,
And earth was thrilled with alarm,
As a cloud, that the thunder had gullied,
Thrust over the sunlight its arm.
And earth was thrilled with alarm,
As a cloud, that the thunder had gullied,
Thrust over the sunlight its arm.
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The birds to dry coverts had hurried,
And hid in their leafy-built rooms;
And the bees and the hornets had buried
Themselves in the bells of the blooms.
And hid in their leafy-built rooms;
And the bees and the hornets had buried
Themselves in the bells of the blooms.
Then down from the clouds, as from towers,
Rode slant the tall lancers of rain,
And charged the fair troops of the flowers,
And trampled the grass of the plain.
Rode slant the tall lancers of rain,
And charged the fair troops of the flowers,
And trampled the grass of the plain.
And the armies of blossoms were scattered;
Their standards hung draggled and lank;
And the rose and the lily were shattered,
And the iris lay crushed on its bank.
Their standards hung draggled and lank;
And the rose and the lily were shattered,
And the iris lay crushed on its bank.
But high in the storm was the swallow,
And the rock-loud voice of the fall,
From its ramparts of forest, rang hollow
Defiance and challenge o'er all.
And the rock-loud voice of the fall,
From its ramparts of forest, rang hollow
Defiance and challenge o'er all.
But the storm and its clouds passed over,
And left but one cloud in the west,
Wet wafts that were fragrant with clover,
And the sun slow-sinking to rest.
And left but one cloud in the west,
Wet wafts that were fragrant with clover,
And the sun slow-sinking to rest.
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Rain-drippings and rain in the poppies,
And scents as of honey and bees;
A touch of wild light on the coppice,
That turned into flames the drenched trees.
And scents as of honey and bees;
A touch of wild light on the coppice,
That turned into flames the drenched trees.
Then the cloud in the sunset was riven,
And bubbled and rippled with gold,
And over the gorges of heaven,
Like a gonfalon vast was unrolled.
And bubbled and rippled with gold,
And over the gorges of heaven,
Like a gonfalon vast was unrolled.
| The poems of Madison Cawein | |