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Undertones   By: (1865-1914)

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UNDERTONES

By

Madison Cawein

OATEN STOP SERIES

III

VNDERTONES BY MADISON CAWEIN

BOSTON COPELAND AND DAY M D CCC XCVI

COPYRIGHT 1896 BY COPELAND AND DAY

INSCRIBED TO THE PATHETIC MEMORY OF THE POET HENRY TIMROD

Long are the days, and three times long the nights. The weary hours are a heavy chain Upon the feet of all Earth's dear delights, Holding them ever prisoners to pain. What shall beguile me to believe again In hope, that faith within her parable writes Of life, care reads with eyes whose tear drops stain? Shall such assist me to subdue the heights? Long is the night, and over long the day. The burden of all being! is it worse Or better, lo! that they who toil and pray May win not more than they who toil and curse? A little sleep, a little love, ah me! And the slow weigh up the soul's Calvary!

CONTENTS

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THE DREAMER 1

QUIET 2

UNQUALIFIED 3

UNENCOURAGED ASPIRATION 3

THE WOOD 4

WOOD NOTES 5

SUCCESS 7

SONG 7

THE OLD SPRING 8

HILLS OF THE WEST 10

FLOWERS 11

SECOND SIGHT 12

DEAD SEA FRUIT 13

THE WOOD WITCH 14

AT SUNSET 16

MAY 17

THE WIND OF SPRING 18

INTERPRETED 19

THE WILLOW BOTTOM 20

THE OLD BARN 22

CLEARING 23

REQUIEM 25

AT LAST 26

A DARK DAY 27

FALL 28

UNDERTONE 29

CONCLUSION 30

MONOCHROMES 32

DAYS AND DAYS 34

DROUTH IN AUTUMN 35

MID WINTER 36

COLD 37

IN WINTER 38

ON THE FARM 39

PATHS 41

A SONG IN SEASON 43

APART 44

FAËRY MORRIS 45

THE WORLD'S DESIRE 46

THE UNATTAINABLE 47

REMEMBERED 51

THE SEA SPIRIT 52

A DREAM SHAPE 53

THE VAMPIRE 54

WILL O' THE WISP 56

THE HEADLESS HORSEMAN 57

THE WERE WOLF 59

THE TROGLODYTE 62

THE CITY OF DARKNESS 63

TRANSMUTATION 65

UNDERTONES

THE DREAMER

Even as a child he loved to thrid the bowers, And mark the loafing sunlight's lazy laugh; Or, on each season, spell the epitaph Of its dead months repeated in their flowers; Or list the music of the strolling showers, Whose vagabond notes strummed through a twinkling staff; Or read the day's delivered monograph Through all the chapters of its dædal hours. Still with the same child faith and child regard He looks on Nature, hearing, at her heart, The beautiful beat out the time and place, Whereby no lesson of this life is hard, No struggle vain of science or of art, That dies with failure written on its face.

QUIET

A log hut in the solitude, A clapboard roof to rest beneath! This side, the shadow haunted wood; That side, the sunlight haunted heath.

At daybreak Morn shall come to me In raiment of the white winds spun; Slim in her rosy hand the key That opes the gateway of the sun.

Her smile shall help my heart enough With love to labor all the day, And cheer the road, whose rocks are rough, With her smooth footprints, each a ray.

At dusk a voice shall call afar, A lone voice like the whippoorwill's; And, on her shimmering brow one star, Night shall descend the western hills.

She at my door till dawn shall stand, With Gothic eyes, that, dark and deep, Are mirrors of a mystic land, Fantastic with the towns of sleep... Continue reading book >>




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