Why will we struggle to attain, and strive, When all we gain is but an empty dream?-- Better, unto my thinking, doth it seem To end it all and let who will survive; To find at last all beauty is… — Madison Cawein Copy Share Image
When the hornet hangs in the hollyhock, And the brown bee drones in the rose, And the west is a red-streaked four-o'clock, And summer… — Madison Cawein Copy Share Image
Into the sunset's turquoise marge The moon dips, like a pearly barge; Enchantment sails through magic seas, To fairland Hesperides, Over the hills and… — Madison Cawein Copy Share Image
Though sands be black and bitter black the sea, Night lie before me and behind me night, And God within far Heaven refuse to… — Madison Cawein Copy Share Image
I am a part of all you see In Nature: part of all you feel: I am the impact of the bee Upon the… — Madison Cawein Copy Share Image
Why will we struggle to attain, and strive, When all we gain is but an empty dream?-- Better, unto my thinking, doth it seem… — Madison Cawein Copy Share Image
This is the truth as I see it, my dear, Out in the wind and the rain: They who have nothing have little to… — Madison Cawein Copy Share Image
When Death hath poured oblivion through my veins, And brought me home, as all are brought, to lie In that vast house, common to… — Madison Cawein Copy Share Image
Again let us dream where the land lies sunny And live, like the bees, on our hearts' old honey, Away from the world that… — Madison Cawein Copy Share Image
At daybreak Morn shall come to meIn raiment of the white winds spun. — Madison Cawein Copy Share Image
Old homes! old hearts! Upon my soul forever Their peace and gladness lie like tears and laughter. — Madison Cawein Copy Share Image
And some by hours; Some measure days by dreams And some by flowers; My heart alone records My days and hours. — Madison Cawein Copy Share Image
