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 | The poems of Madison Cawein |  |
392
DAY AND NIGHT
They said to me, “The days are not so far off
When she will come, who gave her heart to thee;”
And still I wait, while twilight's lonely star, off
Her long-loved hills, dips dewy to the sea.
When she will come, who gave her heart to thee;”
And still I wait, while twilight's lonely star, off
Her long-loved hills, dips dewy to the sea.
And I recall that night, which gave its soul of
Calm beauty to the earth, when she did give
Her love's white starlight to the rugged whole of
My barren life and bade me see and live.
Calm beauty to the earth, when she did give
Her love's white starlight to the rugged whole of
My barren life and bade me see and live.
The days go by, and my sick soul recalls but
The revelation of that evening sky:
The days! whose hours are as narrow walls,— but
Of whiter shadow,—where hearts break and die.
The revelation of that evening sky:
The days! whose hours are as narrow walls,— but
Of whiter shadow,—where hearts break and die.
The day is error's: it can but deceive us
With shows of Earth, blind with the primal curse.
The night is truth's: its myriad fires weave us
The thoughts of God, the visible universe.
With shows of Earth, blind with the primal curse.
The night is truth's: its myriad fires weave us
The thoughts of God, the visible universe.
| The poems of Madison Cawein | |