To-Morrow

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Title:     To-Morrow
Author: Madison Julius Cawein [More Titles by Cawein]

A Lorelei full fair she sits
Throned on the stream that dimly rolls;
Still, hope-thrilled, with her wild harp knits
To her from year to year men's souls.

They hear her harp, they hear her song,
Led by the wizard beauty high,
Like blind brutes maddened rush along,
Sink at her cold feet, gasp and die.

[The end]
Madison Julius Cawein's poem: To-Morrow

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