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Title: Unfulfilled Author: Madison Julius Cawein [More Titles by Cawein] In my dream last night it seemed I stood The beryl green and the cairngorm brown The rippling drip of a passing shower The splash and urge of a waterfall And I waded the pool where the gravel gray, And searched the strip of the creek's dry bed And I found the cohosh coigne the same, The owlet dingle of vine and brier, The elder edge with its warm perfume, The moss, the fern, and the touch-me-not And I saw the bird, that sang its best, And I saw the chipmunk's stealthy face, And I watched the crows, that cawed and cried, The bees that sucked in the blossoms slim, And felt the silence, the dusk, the dread The water murmur, the insect hum, What sweeter music can mortals make And it seemed in my dream, that was all too true, A sun-tanned face and brown bare knees, And we stood a moment some thing to tell, But once I met you; yet, lo! it seems And I ask my soul what it all may mean; And oft and again I wonder, Can [The end] GO TO TOP OF SCREEN |