The Cup Of Comus

Author : Madison Cawein
Publisher : Forgotten Books
ISBN 13 : 9781330110249
Total Pages : 103 pages
Book Rating : 4.1/5 (12 download)

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Download or read book The Cup of Comus written by Madison Cawein and published by Forgotten Books. This book was released on 2015-06-16 with total page 103 pages. Available in PDF, EPUB and Kindle. Book excerpt: Excerpt from The Cup of Comus: Fact and Fancy Threnody in May (In memory of Madison Cawein.) Again the earth, miraculous with May, Unfolds its vernal arras. Yesteryear We strolled together 'neath the greening trees, And heard the robin tune its flute note clear, And watched above the white cloud squadrons veer, And saw their shifting shadows drift away Adown the Hudson, as ships seek the seas. The scene is still the same. The violet Unlids its virgin eye; its amber ore The dandelion shows, and yet, and yet, He comes no more, no more! He of the open and the generous heart, The soul that sensed all flowerful loveliness, The nature as the nature of a child; Who found some rapture in the wind's caress, Beauty in humble weed and mint and cress, And sang, with his incomparable art, The magic wonder of the wood and wild. The little people of the reeds and grass Murmur their blithe, companionable lore, The rills renew their minstrelsy, Alas, He comes no more, no more! And yet it seems as though he needs must come, Albeit he has cast off mortality, Such was his passion for the bourgeoning time, Such to his spirit was the ecstasy The hills and valleys chorus when set free, No music mute, no lyric instinct dumb, But keyed to utterance of immortal rhyme. Ah, haply in some other fairer spring He sees bright tides sweep over slope and shore, But here how vain is all my visioning! He comes no more, no more! Poet and friend, wherever you may fare Enwrapt in dreams, I love to think of you Wandering amid the meads of asphodel, Holding high converse with the exalted few Who sought and found below the elusive clue To beauty, and in that diviner air Bowing in worship still to its sweet spell. Why sorrow, then, though fate unkindly lays Upon our questioning hearts this burden sore, And though through all our length of hastening days He comes no more, no more! Clinton Scollard. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.