Poems by Madison Julius Cawein
Nearing Christmas
... Peace, from whose tomb the world shall roll the stone, ...
Pause
... So sick of thoughts! the thoughts, that carve ...
The Golden Hour
... Down fields of stars, where shadows swarm, ...
The Berriers
... Deep pails brimmed black to tin-white eaves ...
Lynchers
... Where we found the stone and the ragged stick ...
A Rose O The Hills
... On wood and stream the hills look down, ...
Since Then
... To meet,-dear heart!-I thought your ghost&hellip ...
Foreward
... Through wind and rain, and sun, and snow, ...
To James Whitcomb Riley With Admiration And Regard
... Had sobbed its heart out o'er the fountain's slab ...
To A Pansy-Violet
... -- O flower,--that seems to hold ...
Baby Mary
... Whence her soul she can not wean,-- ...
Inscribed To The Pathetic Memory Of The Poet Henry Timrod
... Of life, care reads with eyes whose tear-drops stain ...
The Old House
... And through the house the wind goes rustling soft, ...
Bare Boughs
... Where are the birds that thrilled the blood ...
The Garden Of Dreams
... Wind-grace, that glanced like starlight through ...
