Her Vesper Song

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Title:     Her Vesper Song
Author: Madison Julius Cawein [More Titles by Cawein]

The Summer lightning comes and goes
In one pale cloud above the hill,
As if within its soft repose
A burning heart were never still--
As in my bosom pulses beat
Before the coming of his feet.

All drugged with odorous sleep, the rose
Breathes dewy balm about the place,
As if the dreams the garden knows
Took immaterial form and face--
As in my heart sweet thoughts arise
Beneath the ardour of his eyes.

The moon above the darkness shows
An orb of silvery snow and fire,
As if the night would now disclose
To heav'n her one divine desire--
As in the rapture of his kiss
All of my soul is drawn to his.

The cloud, it knows not that it glows;
The rose knows nothing of its scent;
Nor knows the moon that it bestows
Light on our earth and firmament--
So is the soul unconscious of
The beauties it reveals through LOVE.

[The end]
Madison Julius Cawein's poem: Her Vesper Song

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