THE POEMS OF
MADISON CAWEIN
VOLUME II
NEW WORLD IDYLLS AND
POEMS OF LOVE
Volume II
NEW WORLD
IDYLLS AND POEMS
OF LOVE
Illustrated
WITH PHOTOGRAVURES AFTER PAINTINGS
BY ERIC PAPE
INDIANAPOLIS
THE BOBBS-MERRILL COMPANY
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Copyright, 1887, 1888, 1889, 1890, 1891, 1892, 1893, 1894, 1896, 1898, 1899, 1901, 1902, 1905 and 1907, by Madison Cawein
Copyright, 1896, by Copeland and Day; 1898, by R. H Russell; 1901, by Richard G. Badger and Company
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Outside her garden. He waits musing:
Dusk deepens. A whippoorwill calls.
He enters the garden, speaking dreamily:
She approaches, laughing. She speaks:
She stands smiling at him, shyly, then speaks:
Moths flutter around them. She speaks:
Taking her hand he says:
Then, regarding him seriously, she continues:
Leaving the garden for the lane. He, with lightness of heart:
She, responding to his mood:
He
She
He, suddenly and very earnestly:
She, musingly:
He, with conviction:
They reënter the garden. She speaks somewhat pensively:
He, observing the various dowers around them:
She, seriously:
He, looking smilingly into her eyes, after a pause, lightly:
She, pensively, standing among the flowers:
He, at parting, as they proceed down the garden:
She delays, meditating. A rainy afternoon.
They meet. He speaks:
She speaks:
They meet again under the greenwood tree. He speaks:
Entering the skiff, she speaks:
He speaks, rowing:
She speaks:
He speaks:
She sings:
He speaks, letting the boat drift:
Landing, he sings:
She sings:
He speaks:
Homeward through flowers; she speaks:
He speaks, musingly:
She speaks, dreamily:
He laughs, wishing to dispel her seriousness:
She interrupts him, speaking impetuously:
Nearing her home, he speaks:
At the gate. She speaks:
He, at parting:
She tarries at the gate a moment, watching him disappear down the lane. He sings, and the sound of his singing grows fainter and fainter and at last dies away in the distance:
Musing, he strolls among the quiet lanes by farm and field:
He is reminded of another day with her:
He enters the woods. He sits down despondently:
He proceeds in the direction of a stream:
He seats himself on a rock and gazes steadily into the stream:
Taking a letter from his pocket, he hurries away:
After the final meeting; the day following:
He walks aimlessly on:
He compares the present day with a past one:
He pauses before a deserted house by the wayside:
He proceeds on his way:
Among the twilight fields:
Sick and sad, propped with pillows, she sits at her window:
She looks down upon the dying garden:
She muses upon the past:
She takes up a book and reads:
She lays down the book, and sits musing:
She writes to her lover to come to her:
The wind rises; the trees are agitated:
She sits musing in the gathering twilight:
He enters. Taking her in his arms he speaks:
She smiles on him through her tears; holding his hand she speaks:
In the silence of his room. After many days:
The bitterness of his bereavement speaks in him:
Her dead face seems to rise up before him:
He sinks into deep thought:
He arouses from his abstraction, buries his face in his hands and thinks:
He looks from his window toward the sombre west:
He turns from the window, takes up a book, and reads:
The storm is heard sounding wildly outside with wind and hail:
He sits by the slowly dying fire. The storm is heard with increased violence:
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SPRING ON THE HILLS
THE WOOD SPIRIT
OWL ROOST
MOSS AND FERN
WOODLAND WATERS
THE THORN-TREE
THE HAMADRYAD
THE BATTLE
IN HOSPITAL
THE SOLDIER’S RETURN
THE APPARITION
THE MESSAGE
THE WOMAN ON THE HILL
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“This union of the human soul with the divine æthereal substance of the universe, is the ancient doctrine of Pythagoras and Plato.”—Divine Legation.
“Among the mountains of Carmarthen, lies a beautiful and romantic piece of water, named The Van Pools. Tradition relates, that after midnight, on New Year’s Eve, there appears on this lake a being named The Spirit of the Van. She is dressed in a white robe, bound by a golden girdle; her hair is long and golden; her face is pale and melancholy.”—Keightley’s “Fairy Mythology.”
“‘Where am I?’ cried he; ‘what are these dreadful rocks? these valleys of darkness? are we arrived at the horrible Kaf?’”—Vathek.
“The Fire-Philosophers, and the Rosicrucians, or Illuminati, taught that all knowable things (both of the soul and of the body) were evolved out of fire, and finally resolvable into it: and that fire was the last and the only-to-be known God: as that all things were capable of being searched down into it, and all things were capable of being thought up into it.”—The Rosicrucians.
“These elementary beings, we are told, were by their constitution more long-lived than man, but with this essential disadvantage, that at death they wholly ceased to exist. In the meantime they were inspired with an earnest desire for immortality; and there was one way left for them, by which this desire might be gratified. If they were so happy as to awaken in any of the initiated (Rosicrucians) a passion, the end of which was marriage, then the sylph became immortal.”—Godwin’s “Lives of the Necromancers.”
Voices of Darkness
Voices of Light
Voices of Darkness
Voices of Light
Voices of Darkness
Voices of Light
Voices of Darkness
Voices of Light
Voices of the Break of Day
Voices of the Dawn