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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New York, N.Y.: The Macmillan Company
1911
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THE WIND OF WINTER
THE Winter Wind, the wind of death,Who knocked upon my door,Now through the keyhole entereth,Invisible and hoar:He breathes around his icy breathAnd treads the flickering floor.
I heard him, wandering in the night,Tap at my windowpane;With ghostly fingers, snowy white,I heard him tug in vain,Until the shuddering candlelightDid cringe with fear and strain.
The fire, awakened by his voice,Leapt up with frantic arms,Like some wild babe that greets with noiseIts father home who storms,With rosy gestures that rejoice,And crimson kiss that warms.
Now in the hearth he sits and, drownedAmong the ashes, blows;
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Or through the room goes stealing roundOn cautious-creeping toes,Deep-mantled in the drowsy soundOf night that sleets and snows.
And oft, like some thin faery-thing,The stormy hush amid,I hear his captive trebles singBeneath the kettle's lid;Or now a harp of elfland stringIn some dark cranny hid.
Again I hear him, implike, whine,Cramped in the gusty flue;Or knotted in the resinous pineRaise goblin cry and hue,While through the smoke his eyeballs shine,A sooty red and blue.
At last I hear him, nearing dawn,Take up his roaring broom,And sweep wild leaves from wood and lawn,And from the heavens the gloom,To show the gaunt world lying wan,And morn's cold rose a-bloom.
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