Unutterable

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

There is a sorrow in the wind to-night
That haunteth me; she, like a penitent,
Heaps on rent hairs the snow's thin ashes white
And moans and moans, her swaying body bent.

And Superstition gliding softly shakes
With wasted hands, that vainly grope and seek,
The rustling curtains; of each cranny makes
Cold, ghostly lips that wailing fain would speak.

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

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