The Poetry Corner

Art.

By Madison Julius Cawein

A Phantasy. I know not how I found you With your wild hair a-blow, Nor why the world around you Would never let me know: Perhaps 't was Heaven relented, Perhaps 't was Hell resented My dream, and grimly vented Its hate upon me so. In Shadowland I met you Where all dim shadows meet; Within my heart I set you, A phantom bitter-sweet: No hope for me to win you, Though I with soul and sinew Strive on and on, when in you There is no heart or heat! Yet ever, aye, and ever, Although I knew you lied, I followed on, but never Would your white form abide: With loving arms stretched meward, As Sirens beckon seaward To some fair vessel leeward, Before me you would glide. But like an evil fairy, That mocks one with a light, Now near, you led your airy, Now far, your fitful flight: With red-gold tresses blowing, And eyes of sapphire glowing, With limbs like marble showing, You lured me through the night. To some unearthly revel Of mimes, a motley crew, 'Twixt Angel-land and Devil, You lured me on, I knew, And lure me still! soft whiling The way with hopes beguiling, While dark Despair sits smiling Behind the eyes of you!