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The poems of Madison Cawein | ||
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THE WOOD
Witch-hazel, dogwood, and the maple here;
And there the oak and hickory;
Linn, poplar, and the beech-tree, far and near
As the eased eye can see.
And there the oak and hickory;
Linn, poplar, and the beech-tree, far and near
As the eased eye can see.
Wild-ginger; wahoo, with its flat balloons;
And brakes of briers of a twilight green;
And fox-grapes plumed with summer; and strung moons
Of mandrake flowers between.
And brakes of briers of a twilight green;
And fox-grapes plumed with summer; and strung moons
Of mandrake flowers between.
Deep gold-green ferns, and mosses green and gray,—
Mats for what naked myth's white feet?—
And, cool and calm, a cascade far away
With ever-even beat.
Mats for what naked myth's white feet?—
And, cool and calm, a cascade far away
With ever-even beat.
Old logs, made sweet with death; rough bits of bark;
And tangled twig and knotted root;
And sunshine splashes and great pools of dark;
And many a wild-bird's flute.
And tangled twig and knotted root;
And sunshine splashes and great pools of dark;
And many a wild-bird's flute.
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Here let me sit until the Indian, Dusk,
With copper-colored face, comes down;
Sowing the wildwood with star-fire and musk,
And shadows blue and brown.
With copper-colored face, comes down;
Sowing the wildwood with star-fire and musk,
And shadows blue and brown.
Then side by side with some magician Dream,
I 'll take the owlet-haunted lane,—
Half-roofed with vines,—led by a firefly gleam,
That brings me home again.
I 'll take the owlet-haunted lane,—
Half-roofed with vines,—led by a firefly gleam,
That brings me home again.
The poems of Madison Cawein | ||