Questionings

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Title:     Questionings
Author: Madison Julius Cawein [More Titles by Cawein]

Now when wan winter sunsets be
Canary-colored down the sky;
When nights are starless utterly,
And sleeted winds cut moaning by,
One's memory keeps one company,
And conscience puts his "when" and "why."

Such inquisition, when alone,
Wakes superstition in the head,
A Gorgon face of hueless stone
With staring eyes to terror wed,
Stamped on her brow God's words, "Unknown!
Behind the dead, behind the dead."

And, oh! that weariness of soul
That leans upon our dead, the clod
And air have taken as a whole
Through some mysterious period:--
Life! with thy questions of control:
Death! with thy unguessed laws of God.

[The end]
Madison Julius Cawein's poem: Questionings

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