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Title: Pearls
Author: Madison Julius Cawein [
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Baroque, but beautiful, between the lanes,
The valves of nacre of a mussel-shell,
Behold, a pearl! shaped like the burnished bell
Of some strange blossom that long afternoons
Of summer coax to open: all the moon's
Chaste lustre in it; hues that only dwell
With purity.... It takes me, like a spell,
Back to a day when, whistling truant tunes,
A barefoot boy I waded 'mid the rocks,
Searching for shells deep in the creek's slow swirl,
Unconscious of the pearls that 'round me lay:
While, 'mid wild-roses,--all her tomboy locks
Blond-blowing,--stood, unnoticed then, a girl,
My sweetheart once, the pearl I flung away.
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Madison Julius Cawein's poem: Pearls
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