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1865–1914

ART.

Madison Julius Cawein

I know not how I found you With your wild hair a-blow, Nor why the world around you Would never let me know:

Perhaps‘ t was Heaven relented, Perhaps‘ t was Hell resented My dream, and grimly vented Its hate upon me so.

In Shadowland I met you Where all dim shadows meet; Within my heart I set you, A phantom bitter-sweet:

No hope for me to win you, Though I with soul and sinew Strive on and on, when in you There is no heart or heat!

Yet ever, aye, and ever, Although I knew you lied, I followed on, but never Would your white form abide:

With loving arms stretched meward, As Sirens beckon seaward To some fair vessel leeward, Before me you would glide.

But like an evil fairy, That mocks one with a light, Now near, you led your airy, Now far, your fitful flight:

With red-gold tresses blowing, And eyes of sapphire glowing, With limbs like marble showing, You lured me through the night.

To some unearthly revel Of mimes, a motley crew, ‘ Twixt Angel-land and Devil, You lured me on, I knew,

And lure me still! soft whiling The way with hopes beguiling, While dark Despair sits smiling Behind the eyes of you!

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