The Triumph of Music, and Other Lyrics

by Madison Julius Cawein

CONTENTS.

PAGE.
The Triumph of Music, [1]
What You Will, [10]
In the South, [12]
Pan, [15]
Pax Vobiscum, [18]
Mirabile Dictu, [20]
Questionings, [22]
Waiting, [23]
In Late Fall, [26]
Midwinter, [27]
Longing, [28]
In Middle Spring, [29]
Tyranny, [31]
Visions, [32]
The Old Byway, [34]
Diurnal, [36]
The Wood Path, [38]
Deficiency, [40]
He Who Loves, [42]
The Monastery Croft, [43]
The Dryad, [44]
"The Sweet o' the Year," [46]
With the Seasons, [48]
Unattainable, [51]
Beyond, [53]
Shadows, [56]
Check and Counter-Check, [58]
Semper Idem, [60]
Two Lives, [62]
Forevermore, [64]
A Blown Rose, [68]
To-morrow, [69]
Mnemosyne, [69]
The Sirens, [70]
The Vintager, [71]
A Stormy Sunset, [72]
On a Dial, [73]
Unutterable, [74]
Midsummer, [75]
A Fairy Cavalier, [78]
The Farmstead, [80]
Five Fancies: I. The Gladiolas, [87]
II. The Morning-Glories, [88]
III. The Tiger-Lily, [89]
IV. Vengeance, [90]
V. A Dead Lily, [92]
My Suit, [94]
The Family Burying-Ground, [96]
The Water-Maid, [98]
The Sea-King, [100]
Where and What? [103]
The Spring, [107]
Lillita, [109]
Artemis, [112]
In November, [116]
A Character, [117]
A Mood, [120]
A Thought, [122]
Song, [123]
Face to Face, [125]
The Changeling, [130]
St. John's Eve, [133]
Lalage, [137]
Miriam, [144]
The Wind, [146]
Music, [149]
To ——, [153]
Yule, [155]
The Troubadour, [160]
Why? [165]
From Unbelief to Belief, [166]
The King, [169]

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THE TRIUMPH OF MUSIC.

I
There lay in a vale 'twixt lone mountains
A garden entangled with flowers,
Where the whisper of echoing fountains
Stirred softly the musk-breathing bowers.
Where torrents cast down from rock-masses,
From caverns of red-granite steeps,
With thunders sonorous clove passes
And maddened dark gulfs with rash leaps,
With the dolorous foam of their leaps.

II

And, oh, when the sunrays came heaping
The foam of those musical chasms,
With a scintillant dust as of diamonds,
It seemed that white spirits were sweeping
Down, down thro' those voluble chasms,
Wild weeping in resonant spasms.
And the wave from the red-hearted granite
In veins rolled tumbling around;
Meandered thro' shade-haunted forests
Where many rock barriers did span it
To dash it in froth and in sound:
Where the nights with their great moons could wan it,
Or star its dusk stillness profound.

III

And here in the night would I wander
On woodways where fragrances kissed,
By shadows where murmurings kissed;
And here would I tarry to ponder
When the moon in blue vales made a mist;
Dim in forests of rank, rocking cedars,
Whose wildness made glad with their scent,
Whose boughs in the tempests were bent
Like the pennons and plumes of fierce leaders,
In the battle all ragged and rent.

IV