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Title: A Voice on the Wind
and Other Poems

Author: Madison Julius Cawein

Release Date: October 6, 2010 [EBook #33940]

Language: English

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A Voice on the Wind

AND OTHER POEMS

by
Madison Cawein

[Illustration]

Louisville
John P. Morton & Company, Publishers
1902

COPYRIGHTED 1902, BY MADISON CAWEIN

For permission to reprint several of the poems included in this
volume thanks are due to the _Atlantic Monthly_, _Harper's
Magazine_, _The Century Magazine_, _Smart Set_, _Saturday
Evening Post_, and _Lippincott's Magazine_.

INSCRIBED

TO

EDMUND GOSSE

AS A SLIGHT TOKEN OF APPRECIATION AND ESTEEM

PROEM.

OH, FOR A SOUL THAT FULFILLS
MUSIC LIKE THAT OF A BIRD!
THRILLING WITH RAPTURE THE HILLS,
HEEDLESS IF ANY ONE HEARD.

OR, LIKE THE FLOWER THAT BLOOMS
LONE IN THE MIDST OF THE TREES,
FILLING THE WOODS WITH PERFUMES,
CARELESS IF ANY ONE SEES.

OR, LIKE THE WANDERING WIND,
OVER THE MEADOWS THAT SWINGS,
BRINGING WILD SWEETS TO MANKIND,
KNOWING NOT THAT WHICH IT BRINGS.

OH, FOR A WAY TO IMPART
BEAUTY, NO MATTER HOW HARD!
LIKE UNTO NATURE, WHOSE ART
NEVER ONCE DREAMS OF REWARD.

A Voice on the Wind

A VOICE ON THE WIND

She walks with the wind on the windy height
When the rocks are loud and the waves are white,
And all night long she calls through the night,
"O, my children, come home!"
Her bleak gown, torn as a tattered cloud,
Tosses around her like a shroud,
While over the deep her voice rings loud,--
"O, my children, come home, come home!
O, my children, come home!"

Who is she who wanders alone,
When the wind drives sheer and the rain is blown?
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