Madison Cawein Quotes

1865–1914 United States

Madison Julius Cawein (23 March 1865 – 8 December 1914) was a poet from Louisville, Kentucky, whose poem "Waste Land" has been linked with T.S. Eliot's later The Waste Land.

United States
19th-century poets
Poets

Also known as: Madison Julius Cawein

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There are haunters of the silence, ghosts that hold the heart and brain.

New Poems (1909)

Some shall reap that never sow;
And some shall toil and not attain.

Undertones (1896)

Old homes! old hearts! Upon my soul forever
Their peace and gladness lie like tears and laughter.

Myth and Romance (1899)

What magic shall solve us the secret
Of beauty that’s born for an hour?

Undertones (1896)

At daybreak Morn shall come to me
In raiment of the white winds spun.

Undertones (1896)

This is the truth as I see it, my dear,
Out in the wind and the rain:
They who have nothing have little to fear,—
Nothing to lose or to gain.

Into the sunset’s turquoise marge
The moon dips, like a pearly barge;
Enchantment sails through magic seas,
To fairyland Hesperides,
Over the hills and away.

Undertones (1896)

Again let us dream where the land lies sunny,
And live, like the bees, on our hearts' old honey,
Away from the world that slaves for money—
Come, journey the way with me.

New Poems (1909)

Some reckon time by stars,
And some by hours:
Some measure days by dreams,
And some by flowers:
My heart alone records
My days and hours.

New Poems (1909)

A moonlight traveler in Fancy’s land.

Undertones (1896)

A rope, a prayer, and an oak-tree near,
And a score of hands to swing him clear.
A grim, black thing for the setting sun
And the moon and the stars to look upon.

When the hornet hangs in the hollyhock,
And the brown bee drones i' the rose,
And the west is a red-streaked four-o'-clock
And summer is near its close—
It's—Oh for the gate and the lotus lane
And dusk and dew and home again!

When death hath poured oblivion through my veins
And brought me home, as all are brought, to lie
In that vast house, common to serfs and thanes,—
I shall not die, I shall not utterly die,
For beauty born of beauty—that remains.

Myth and Romance (1899)

I am a part of all you see
In Nature; part of all you feel:
I am the impact of the bee
Upon the blossom; in the tree
I am the sap,—that shall reveal
The leaf, the bloom,—that flows and flutes
Up from the darkness through its roots.

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.

Attribution

Quotes and notes from Wikiquote: Madison Cawein (page history), available under CC BY-SA 4.0.