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 | The poems of Madison Cawein |  |
365
HELEN
Heaped in raven loops and masses
Over temples smooth and fair,
Have you marked it, as she passes,
Night and starlight mingled there,—
Braided strands of midnight air,—
Helen's hair?
Over temples smooth and fair,
Have you marked it, as she passes,
Night and starlight mingled there,—
Braided strands of midnight air,—
Helen's hair?
Deep with dreams and moony mazes
Of the thought that in them lies,
Have you seen them, as she raises
Them in question or surprise,—
Two gray gleams of daybreak skies,—
Helen's eyes?
Of the thought that in them lies,
Have you seen them, as she raises
Them in question or surprise,—
Two gray gleams of daybreak skies,—
Helen's eyes?
Fresh as dew and honied wafters
Of a music sweet that slips,
Have you marked them, brimmed with laughter's
Song and sunshine to their tips,—
Blossoms whence the perfume drips,—
Helen's lips?
Of a music sweet that slips,
Have you marked them, brimmed with laughter's
Song and sunshine to their tips,—
Blossoms whence the perfume drips,—
Helen's lips?
366
He who sees her needs must lover her:
But, beware, whoe'er thou art!
Lest like me thou shouldst discover
Nature overlooked one part,
In this masterpiece of art—
Helen's heart.
But, beware, whoe'er thou art!
Lest like me thou shouldst discover
Nature overlooked one part,
In this masterpiece of art—
Helen's heart.
| The poems of Madison Cawein | |