Classic and Contemporary Poetry
INDIAN SUMMER, by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN Poet's Biography First Line: The dawn is a warp of fever Last Line: To pile at her feet for this. Subject(s): Indian Summer | ||||||||
THE dawn is a warp of fever, The eve is a woof of fire; And the month is a singing weaver Weaving a red desire. With stars Dawn dices with Even For the rosy gold they heap On the blue of the day's deep heaven, On the black of the night's far deep. It's--'Reins to the blood!' and 'Marry!'-- The season's a prince who burns With the teasing lusts that harry His heart for a wench who spurns. It's--'Crown us a beaker with sherry, To drink to the doxy's heels; A tankard of wine o' the berry, To lips like a cloven peel's. His death! if a king be saddened, Right so let a fool laugh lies: But wine! when a king is gladdened, And a woman's waist and her eyes.' He hath shattered the loom of the weaver, And left but a leaf that flits, He hath seized heaven's gold, and a fever Of mist and of frost is its. He hath tippled the buxom beauty, And gotten her hug and her kiss-- The wide world's royal booty To pile at her feet for this. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LATE INDIAN SUMMER by AUGUST KLEINZAHLER INDIAN SUMMER by SARA TEASDALE ECHO AND SILENCE by SAMUEL EGERTON BRYDGES INDIAN SUMMER by EMILY DICKINSON INDIAN SUMMER (2) by JOHN BANISTER TABB FALL PLOWING by EVA K. ANGLESBURG THE INDIAN SUMMER by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD OCTOBER-NOVEMBER by HAROLD HART CRANE KU KLUX by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN |
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