Proem [There is no rhyme that is half so sweet]

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Title:     Proem [There is no rhyme that is half so sweet]
Author: Madison Julius Cawein [More Titles by Cawein]

There is no rhyme that is half so sweet
As the song of the wind in the rippling wheat;
There is no metre that's half so fine
As the lilt of the brook under rock and vine;
And the loveliest lyric I ever heard
Was the wildwood strain of a forest bird.--
If the wind and the brook and the bird would teach
My heart their beautiful parts of speech.
And the natural art that they say these with,
My soul would sing of beauty and myth
In a rhyme and a metre that none before
Have sung in their love, or dreamed in their lore,
And the world would be richer one poet the more.

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

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