Shadows

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

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Ha! help!--'twas palpable!
A ghost that thronged
Up from the mind or hell
Of one I wronged!

2

'Tis past and--silence!--naught!--
A vision born
Of the scared mind o'erwrought
With dreams forlorn:

3

The bastard brood of Death
And Sleep that wakes
Grim fancies with its breath,
And reason shakes.

4

Would that the grave could rot
Like flesh the soul,
Gnaw through with worms and not
Leave it thus whole,

5

More than it was in earth
Beyond the grave,
Much more in death than birth
To conscience slave!

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

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