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THE GARDEN OF
DREAMS
MADISON CAWEIN
Author of "Intimations of the Beautiful," "Undertones,"
and several other books of verse
LOUISVILLE
JOHN P MORTON & COMPANY
MDCCCXCVI
Copyright, 1896,
John P. Morton & Company.
TO
My Brothers.
Not while I live may I forget
That garden which my spirit trod!
Where dreams were flowers, wild and wet,
And beautiful as God.
That garden which my spirit trod!
Where dreams were flowers, wild and wet,
And beautiful as God.
Not while I breathe, awake adream,
Shall live again for me those hours,
When, in its mystery and gleam,
I met her 'mid the flowers.
Shall live again for me those hours,
When, in its mystery and gleam,
I met her 'mid the flowers.
Eyes, talismanic heliotrope,
Beneath mesmeric lashes, where
The sorceries of love and hope
Had made a shining lair.
Beneath mesmeric lashes, where
The sorceries of love and hope
Had made a shining lair.
And daydawn brows, whereover hung
The twilight of dark locks; and lips,
Whose beauty spoke the rose's tongue
Of fragrance-voweled drips.
The twilight of dark locks; and lips,
Whose beauty spoke the rose's tongue
Of fragrance-voweled drips.
I will not tell of cheeks and chin,
That held me as sweet language holds;
Nor of the eloquence within
Her bosom's moony molds.
That held me as sweet language holds;
Nor of the eloquence within
Her bosom's moony molds.
Nor of her large limbs' languorous
Wind-grace, that glanced like starlight through
Her ardent robe's diaphanous
Web of the mist and dew.
Wind-grace, that glanced like starlight through
Her ardent robe's diaphanous
Web of the mist and dew.
There is no star so pure and high
As was her look; no fragrance such
At her soft presence; and no sigh
Of music like her touch.
As was her look; no fragrance such
At her soft presence; and no sigh
Of music like her touch.
Not while I live may I forget
That garden of dim dreams! where I
And Song within the spirit met,
Sweet Song, who passed me by.
That garden of dim dreams! where I
And Song within the spirit met,
Sweet Song, who passed me by.
CONTENTS.
| PAGE | |
| A Fallen Beech | 1 |
| The Haunted Woodland | 3 |
| Discovery | 4 |
| Comradery | 5 |
| Occult | 6 |
| Wood-Words | 7 |
| The Wind at Night | 10 |
| Airy Tongues | 11 |
| The Hills | 13 |
| Imperfection | 14 |
| Arcanna | 15 |
| Spring | 15 |
| Response | 16 |
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