Madison Julius Cawein Poems

THE woods stretch wild to the mountain side,
And the brush is deep where a man may hide,

They have brought the bloodhounds up again
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What would it mean for you and me
If dawn should come no more!
Think of its gold along the sea,
Its rose above the shore!
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I saw a name carved on a tree —
'Julia';
A simpler name there could not be—
Julia:
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These-the bright symbols of man's hope and fame,
In which he reads his blessing or his curse-
Are syllables with which God speaks His name
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I

Secluded, solitary on some underbough,
Or cradled in a leaf, 'mid glimmering light,
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NIGHT, they say, is no man's friend:
And at night he met his end
In the woods of Trebizend.
Hate crouched near him as he strode
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Each form of beauty's but the new disguise
Of thoughts more beautiful than forms can be:
Sceptics, who search with unanointed eyes,
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Between the death of day and birth of night,
By War's red light,
I met with one in trailing sorrows clad,
Whose features had
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Above her, pearl and rose the heavens lay:
Around her, flowers flattered earth with gold,
Or down the path in insolence held sway-
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In some quaint Nurnberg
maler-atelier
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