Days And Dreams; Poems by Madison Julius CaweinDays And Dreams; Poems by Madison Julius Cawein

Days And Dreams; Poems

byMadison Julius Cawein

Paperback | July 9, 2012

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1891 edition. Excerpt: ...grave where she is buried? Wild weather; I cannot weep--But the skies weep on and worry; So I sleep, and dream in my sleep How I hear dim garments hurry.... Star weather and footsteps of stars; And I see white raiment glisten, Like the glow on the face of Mars When the stars to the angels listen. And with me I see how she stands With lips high thought has weighted; With testifying hands, And eyes with purity mated. Have I spoken and have I kneeled To the prayer I worship, I wonder?--What waits on her lips that are sealed? God-sealed and who shall sunder! i I sob, " Oh your stay was long! You are come, but your feet were laggard, With mansu etude and song For a heart your death has daggered." And I lift wet eyes to her Unutterable with weeping, And beg for the loves that were, Now passed into Heaven's keeping.... I wake and a clock tolls three--And the night and the storm lie serried On the testament that 's she, Closed, clasped, and forever buried. 6. The night is shrewd with storm and sleet; Each loose-warped casement raps or groans; I hear the wailing woodland beat The tempest with long blatant moans, Like one who fears defeat. And sitting here beyond the storm, Alone within the lonely house, It seems of Sleep the Fairy charm Weaves incantations; even the mouse That scratched has come to harm. And in this grave light, stolen o'er Familiar objects, grown severe, I 'm strange--as, opening a door, One finds one's dead self standing near, One knew not dead before. The old stair rings with growling gusts; Each hearth's flue gasps a gorgon throat That snores and sleeps; the spectral dusts, Which yonder Shawnee war-gear coat, Whose quiver hangs and rusts, Are shaken; till I feel that he, Who wore it in the wild war-dance, And died in it, fills shadowy...
Title:Days And Dreams; PoemsFormat:PaperbackDimensions:26 pages, 9.69 × 7.44 × 0.05 inPublished:July 9, 2012Publisher:General Books LLCLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0217198619

ISBN - 13:9780217198615