Madison Cawein Quotes

#1. This is the truth as I see it, my dear, Out in the wind and the rain: They who have nothing have little to fear, Nothing to lose or to gain.

Madison Cawein

#2. Into the sunset's turquoise marge The moon dips, like a pearly barge; Enchantment sails through magic seas, To fairland Hesperides, Over the hills and away.

Madison Cawein

#3. When the hornet hangs in the hollyhock,
And the brown bee drones in the rose,
And the west is a red-streaked four-o'clock,
And summer is near its close,
It's, Oh!, For the gate, and the locust lane;
And dusk, and dew, and home again!

Madison Cawein

#4. When Death hath poured oblivion through my veins,
And brought me home, as all are brought, to lie
In that vast house, common to serfs and Thanes,
I shall not die, I shall not utterly die,
For beauty born of beauty
that remains.

Madison Cawein

#5. Again let us dream where the land lies sunny And live, like the bees, on our hearts' old honey, Away from the world that slaves for money
Come, journey the way with me.

Madison Cawein

#6. And some by hours; Some measure days by dreams And some by flowers; My heart alone records My days and hours.

Madison Cawein

#7. Some shall reap that never sowAnd some shall toil and not attain.

Madison Cawein

#8. There are haunters of the silence, ghosts that hold the heart and brain.

Madison Cawein

#9. What magic shall solve us the secretOf beauty that's born for an hour?

Madison Cawein

#10. Old homes! old hearts! Upon my soul forever
Their peace and gladness lie like tears and laughter.

Madison Cawein

#11. I am a part of all you see In Nature: part of all you feel: I am the impact of the bee Upon the blossom; in the tree I am the sap that shall reveal The leaf, the bloom that flows and flutes Up from the darkness through its roots.

Madison Cawein

#12. Though sands be black and bitter black the sea, Night lie before me and behind me night, And God within far Heaven refuse to light The consolation of the dawn for me,
Between the shadowy burns of Heaven and Hell, It is enough love leaves my soul to dwell With memory.

Madison Cawein

#13. At daybreak Morn shall come to meIn raiment of the white winds spun.

Madison Cawein