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Down in the woods a sorcerer, Out of rank rain and death, distills,—Through chill alembics of the air, — Aromas that brood everywhere Among the whisper-haunted hills: The bitter myrrh of dead leaves fills
Poems / by Madison Cawein ; with a foreward by William Dean Howells [electronic text]
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- Poems / by Madison Cawein ; with a foreward by William Dean Howells [electronic text]
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- Cawein, Madison, Julius, 1865-1914
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- 1911
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Wet valleys (where the gaunt weeds bleach) With rainy scents of wood-decay; — As if a spirit all the day Sat breathing softly 'neath the beech.
With other eyes I see her flit, The wood-witch of the wild perfumes, Among her elfin owls, — that sit, A drowsy white, in crescent-lit Dim glens of opalescent glooms: — Where, for her magic, buds and blooms Mysterious perfumes, while she stands, A thornlike shadow, summoning The sleepy odors, that take wing Like bubbles from her dewy hands.