Myth and Romance - Being a Book of Verses by Madison Julius Cawein
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The effulgent gaze of his aspect fell in glittering accolade.
III Then billowing blue, like an ocean, rolled from the shores of morn to even: And the stars, like rafts, went down: and the moon, like a ghost-ship, driven, A feather of foam, from port to port of the cloud-built isles that dotted, With pearl and cameo, bays of the day, her canvas webbed and rotted, Lay lost in the gulf of heaven: while over her mixed and melted The beautiful children of Morn, whose bodies are opal-belted; The beautiful daughters of Dawn, who, over and under, and after The rivered radiance, wrestled; and rainbowed heaven with laughter Of halcyon sapphire.--O Dawn! thou visible mirth, And hallelujah of Heaven! hosanna of Earth! _Dithyrambics_ I TEMPEST Wrapped round of the night, as a monster is wrapped of the ocean, Down, down through vast storeys of darkness, behold, in the tower Of the heaven, the thunder! on stairways of cloudy commotion, |
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