Though sands be black and bitter black the sea, Night lie before me and behind me night, And God within far Heaven refuse to light The consolation of the dawn for me,-- Between the shadowy burns of Heaven and Hell,… — Madison Cawein Copy Share
Old homes! old hearts! Upon my soul forever Their peace and gladness lie like tears and laughter. — 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 light The consolation of the dawn for me,-- Between the shadowy burns of Heaven and Hell, It is enough love leaves my soul to dwell With memory. — Madison Cawein Copy Share
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
