Ah! Now The Orchard's Leaves Are Sear

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Title:     Ah! Now The Orchard's Leaves Are Sear
Author: Madison Julius Cawein [More Titles by Cawein]

"Ah! now the orchard's leaves are sear,
Drip not with starlight-litten dew;
Green-drowned no moon-bright fruit hangs here;
Dead, dead your long, white lilies too--
And you, Allita, where are you!"

Then comes her dim touch, faintly warm;
Cool hair sense on my feverish cheek;
Dim eyes at mine deep with some charm,--
So gray! so gray! and I am weak
Weak with wild tears and can not speak.

I am as one who walks with dreams:
Sees as in youth his father's home;
Hears from his native mountain-streams
Far music of continual foam.

[The end]
Madison Julius Cawein's poem: Ah! Now The Orchard's Leaves Are Sear

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