Poems by Madison Julius Cawein
The End Of Summer
... Mist-vined, the Dusk lifts her broad moon--like some ...
Interpreted
... What breathes through the leaves but the airy ...
The New York Skyscraper
... Her architects, through whom her dreams come true, ...
August
... IV Aye, let me breathe hot scents that tell of you: ...
When The Wine-Cup At The Lip
... In the glass, the wine-stain dyes, ...
The Ohio Falls
... Hump'd, gnarl'd, and crooked, nor seem they this to heed, ...
At The Sign Of The Skull
... But the things of this world are a fleeting show ...
Rembrandts
... The haunts of hate, where suffering seemed to write ...
Ossians Poems
... Of war circled in steel and foamed out brave on brave ...
Can I Forget?
... ... Though flowers be dead within the winter world, ...
Gargaphie
... And pale Stole the dim deer down the vale: ...
Falerina
... Like rich spilled gems of some dark queen that passes ...
On The Jellico Spur Of The Cumberlands
... there Near her, cataracts tossed their hair, ...
The Three Urgandas
... -- 'Neath their burning crowns their eyes ...
Life's Seasons
... II When all the world was Summer, ...
