English poem
He sings.
Starlight in masses Of mist that passes, Stars in the grasses; Star-bud and flower Laughingly know us; Secretly show us Earth is below us And for the hour Soul has soul. In the Maytime, Maytime, Youth and Love take playtime, playtime ... You are a song; a singer I hear it Whispered in star and in flower; the spirit, Love, is the power.
More by Madison Julius Cawein
- He pauses before a deserted house by the roadside.
- He proceeds in the direction of a stream.
- He proceeds on his way.
- He seats himself on a rock and gazes steadily into the stream.
- He sinks into deep thought.
- He sits by the slowly dying fire. The storm is heard with increased
- He speaks, musingly.
- He speaks, resting.