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Title: Garden Gossip
Author: Madison Julius Cawein [
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Thin, chisel-fine a cricket chipped
The crystal silence into sound;
And where the branches dreamed and dripped
A grasshopper its dagger stripped
And on the humming darkness ground.
A bat, against the gibbous moon,
Danced, implike, with its lone delight;
The glowworm scrawled a golden rune
Upon the dark; and, emerald-strewn,
The firefly hung with lamps the night.
The flowers said their beads in prayer,
Dew-syllables of sighed perfume;
Or talked of two, soft-standing there,
One like a gladiole, straight and fair,
And one like some rich poppy-bloom.
The mignonette and feverfew
Laid their pale brows together:--"See!"
One whispered: "Did their step thrill through
Your roots?"--"Like rain."--"I touched the two
And a new bud was born in me."
One rose said to another:--"Whose
Is this dim music? song, that parts
My crimson petals like the dews?"
"My blossom trembles with sweet news--
It is the love of two young hearts."
[The end]
Madison Julius Cawein's poem: Garden Gossip
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