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 | The poems of Madison Cawein |  |
403
THE FOREST POOL
One memory persuades me when
Dusk's lonely star burns overhead,
To take the gray path through the glen—
That finds the forest pool, made red
With sunset—and forget again,
Forget that she is dead.
Dusk's lonely star burns overhead,
To take the gray path through the glen—
That finds the forest pool, made red
With sunset—and forget again,
Forget that she is dead.
Once more I look into the spring,
That on one rock a finger white
Of foam that beckons still doth bring—
Some moon-wan spirit of the night,
Who dwells within its murmuring,
Her life the sad moonlight.
That on one rock a finger white
Of foam that beckons still doth bring—
Some moon-wan spirit of the night,
Who dwells within its murmuring,
Her life the sad moonlight.
I see the red dusk touch it here
With fire like a blade of blood;
One star reflected, white and clear,
Like a wood-blossom's drowning bud;
While all my grief stands very near,
Pale in the solitude.
With fire like a blade of blood;
One star reflected, white and clear,
Like a wood-blossom's drowning bud;
While all my grief stands very near,
Pale in the solitude.
404
And then, behold, while yet the moon
Hangs—silver as a twisted horn
Blown out of Elfland—sweet with June,
White in white clusters of the thorn,
Slow, in the water as a tune,
An image pale is born:
Hangs—silver as a twisted horn
Blown out of Elfland—sweet with June,
White in white clusters of the thorn,
Slow, in the water as a tune,
An image pale is born:
That has her throat of frost; her lips—
Her mouth where God's anointment lies;
Her eyes, wherefrom love's arrow-tips
Break, like the starlight from dark skies;
Her hair, a hazel heap that slips;
Her throat and hair and eyes.
Her mouth where God's anointment lies;
Her eyes, wherefrom love's arrow-tips
Break, like the starlight from dark skies;
Her hair, a hazel heap that slips;
Her throat and hair and eyes.
And then I stoop; the water kissed,
The face fades from me into air;
And in the pool's dark amethyst
My own pale face returns my stare:
Then night and mist—and in the mist
One dead leaf drifting there.
The face fades from me into air;
And in the pool's dark amethyst
My own pale face returns my stare:
Then night and mist—and in the mist
One dead leaf drifting there.
| The poems of Madison Cawein | |