To A Poet On His Marriage, Madison Cawein

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Title:     To A Poet On His Marriage, Madison Cawein
Author: James Whitcomb Riley [More Titles by Riley]

Ever and ever, on and on,
From winter dusk to April dawn,
This old enchanted world we range
From night to light--from change to change--
Or path of burs or lily-bells,
We walk a world of miracles.

The morning evermore must be
A newer, purer mystery--
The dewy grasses, or the bloom
Of orchards, or the wood's perfume
Of wild sweet-williams, or the wet
Blent scent of loam and violet.

How wondrous all the ways we fare--
What marvels wait us, unaware!...
But yesterday, with eyes ablur
And heart that held no hope of Her,
You paced the lone path, but the true
That led to where she waited you.

[The end]
James Whitcomb Riley's poem: To A Poet On His Marriage, Madison Cawein

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