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Nature-notes and impressions in prose and verse
Cawein, Madison Julius (1865-1914)
[section]
[dedication]
[Would I could talk as the flowers talk]
NATURE-NOTES and IMPRESSIONS
1883–1886
[Lead me, thou Bard of Beauty, through those caves]
[O let me sing as thou didst, Keats, and die]
[In the forest of music often and often]
[When winter nights are cold and shrill]
[The roar of winter through the palsied oaks]
[I've wooed soft sleep all night]
[With its helm of silver and spur of gold]
[By the willow copse near the river shore]
[O wilding of the young, young June]
[When all the orchards faded lie]
[The moon is a lemon petal]
[Deep down, deep down, deep, deep, deep]
[Come, kiss me, beautiful Death]
[Cheerily rang the bugle horn]
[And now yon crystal mount of clouds]
[The broad Ohio's darkening stream]
[O wind of eve, what spices, steeped]
[When eve casts on the day's dark bier]
[O my Kentucky, forest old!]
[A distant river glimpsed through deep-leaved trees]
[No more for me shall gray-robed Dawn look through]
[I saw sweet Summer go]
[When the jeweled lights of the fireflies gleam]
[Thus in the dusk as ghosts they met]
[In dimly lighted cloisters of the heart]
[Amid the summer fields and flowers]
[Keep thou my face engraven in thine heart]
[One milk-white hand she stretched to me]
1887–1890
[Now that the dawn is up, is up]
[Dark woodland ways of drowsy rustlings]
[The thunder boomed from cloudy ridge to ridge]
[Who now hath understood]
[High up she glides, high up, the quartz-white moon]
[The hope, the hate, the bitterness of love]
[Barbaric burgonets, heavy with gems]
[Thou hast no thought for one who walks 'mid flowers]
[Thou art to me the whole of heaven]
[Two unshed tears made beautiful her eyes]
[Oh, for the gods of the Greeks]
[A languid land of lazy moons and stars]
[The haymakers' sickles]
[She whom I loved too well]
[Tell me, do you love to lie]
[What gladness of the young, young Earth]
[Maid Marian rose in the morn betime]
[Look at me over your shoulder, lass]
[Oh, could I only grieve you]
[You who would not have me]
[Dim gleam and gloom]
[Along the west a cloud-wrought crimson cloth]
[What of the sea when the storm clouds thicken]
[Between the meads of millet]
[Her eyes were dark with the darkness of hell]
[Night came, treading the darkness into burning stars]
[On the sunset's cloudy tide]
[Alas! how hearts go groping]
[Why is it thus with me as days go by]
[Swift as the poplar, with its lordly height]
[While lone I stood]
1891–1900
[A vagabond foot and a vagabond road]
[As, all distraught, with dark, neglected hair]
[The milkweeds nod their Rip-Van-Winkle heads]
[In the Garden of Skulls and Serpents]
[The pure precision of a star, a flower]
[I have listened long unto the promises]
[I saw the Spring go by, her mouth a thread]
[An Eldorado of vales and peaks]
[A rune of glimmer and a scrawl of light]
[The deep blue spike of the great lobelia glows]
[I gazed upon the wasted lips of Want]
[Green in the circle of contingent trees]
[On every side the roses rise]
[The shadows where no light looked through]
[With all my heart I deem it no great folly]
[What bird is that that sings so long]
[The sunset lets its heavy curtains down]
[These are the cups of Comus]
[Yea; death behind her, gazing through her hair]
[The blue wild hyssop, with its dewy mouth]
[Drab-colored seed pods of the autumn hung]
[A poet's soul 's unconscious of its dreams]
[The bright half moon, a boat pearl-white]
[When earth forgets one flower that comes with spring]
[All night it rained. Now in the dawn]
[I love to linger o'er the roseless rose]
[The auroral scent of morning lilies blows]
[As I went riding toward the sea]
[Clung o'er with cockle-burrs and thorny seeds]
1901–1905
[There was an old frog]
[So let Noon lead me till at last she reaches]
[Above the hills the sunset's rolled]
[The bloodroot leaves of middle March]
[Croppings out of unmined gold]
[Moist, rocky places of the spring]
[The hairy stems of the hepatica]
[Deep in the leaves' concealing green]
[The dewberries are blooming now]
[Purple the hills stretch under purple mists]
[Hark how the honey-throated thrush]
[The ground is strewn with the dead oak-bloom]
[That little worm shall become a fly]
[Invite my soul to rest awhile]
[The smell of tannin in the ozoned air]
[The stealthy squirrel skips along]
[Yesterday among the beeches, to-day among the oaks]
[The wind is rising and the leaves are blown]
[The dawn comes in clad all in hodden gray]
[Hylas, that pipe the little buds awake]
[Still are the forests barren of all buds]
[Come, let us forth and homage her]
[My mind's washed clean by the wind that brings]
[The wind goes groping among the trees]
[The sluggish snake now basks his uncoiled length]
[Rocked by the winds of March the trees become]
[The gold-green blooms of the spicebush burn]
[Placid and pure and clean the wild-phlox blooms]
[Who is it knows]
[The liquid note of the thrush—what words can describe it]
[The woodpecker! hear him, the redcapped]
[The crawfish in his tower of ooze and clay]
[Hag-tapers bow their heads i' the wind]
[Here where the twilight-colored trunks of trees]
[Silvered with sun and rain the hills and vales]
[The old tree, on which the man was hanged, sighed to itself]
[Where like an angry tyrant roars the sea]
[What boots it to keep saying]
[Until we meet again]
[Where bloomed the rose but yesterday]
[The climbing cricket clings]
[My soul is sick of many things]
[Ah, not in vain]
[A thin fall rain]
[Ephemeral gold]
[The scarlet and the gold and bronze]
[Ochre-colored broom-sedge]
[In the forest by the rain-wild creeks]
[subsection]
CATKINS
ANNOUNCEMENT.
“WHEN SPRING COMES DOWN THE WILDWOOD WAY”
HILDA OF THE HILLSIDE
DAWN IN THE ALLEGHANIES
MUSIC
AUTUMN ETCHINGS
WOOD-WAYS
THE CHARCOAL-BURNER'S HUT
IN CLAY
GRAY SKIES
SUNSET DREAMS
MENDICANTS
WINTER RAIN
MARINERS
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Nature-notes and impressions in prose and verse
[The haymakers' sickles]
The haymakers' sickles
Flash wet on the leas;
The wild honey trickles
From tops of the trees,
The noon is a poppy, the winds are its bees.
Nature-notes and impressions in prose and verse
