Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MADISON CAWEIN, by MARGARET STEELE ANDERSON Poet's Biography First Line: The wind makes moan, the water runneth chill Last Line: Mourn for your poet, with a long adieu! Subject(s): Cawein, Madison (1865-1914) | ||||||||
The wind makes moan, the water runneth chill; I hear the nymphs go crying through the brake; And roaming mournfully from hill to hill The maenads all are silent for his sake! He loved thy pipe, O wreathed and piping Pan! So play'st thou sadly, lone within thine hollow; He was thy blood, if ever mortal man, Therefore thou weepest -- even thou, Apollo! But O, the grieving of the Little Things, Above the pipe and lyre, throughout the woods! The beating of a thousand airy wings, The cry of all the fragile multitudes! The moth flits desolate, the tree-toad calls, Telling the sorrow of the elf and fay; The cricket, little harper of the walls, Puts up his harp -- hath quite forgot to play! And risen on these winter paths anew, The wilding blossoms make a tender sound; The purple weed, the morning-glory blue, And all the timid darlings of the ground! Here, here the pain is sharpest! For he walked As one of these -- and they knew naught of fear, But told him daily happenings and talked Their lovely secrets in his listening ear! Yet we do bid them grieve, and tell their grief; Else were they thankless, else were all untrue; O wind and stream, O bee and bird and leaf, Mourn for your poet, with a long adieu! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG by MARGARET STEELE ANDERSON THE BREAKING by MARGARET STEELE ANDERSON THE LESSER BEAUTY by MARGARET STEELE ANDERSON THE VIOLINIST by MARGARET STEELE ANDERSON WORK by MARGARET STEELE ANDERSON A THOUGHT SUGGESTED BY A VIEW, OF SADDLEBACK IN CUMBERLAND by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE FORGETFULNESS by HAROLD HART CRANE A BALLAD OF ATHLONE; OR, HOW THEY BROKE DOWN THE BRIDGE by AUBREY THOMAS DE VERE |
|