The Poetry Corner

Her Vesper Song.

By Madison Julius Cawein

The Summer lightning comes and goes In one pale cloud above the hill, As if within its soft repose A burning heart were never still - As in my bosom pulses beat Before the coming of his feet. All drugged with odorous sleep, the rose Breathes dewy balm about the place, As if the dreams the garden knows Took immaterial form and face - As in my heart sweet thoughts arise Beneath the ardour of his eyes. The moon above the darkness shows An orb of silvery snow and fire, As if the night would now disclose To heav'n her one divine desire - As in the rapture of his kiss All of my soul is drawn to his. The cloud, it knows not that it glows; The rose knows nothing of its scent; Nor knows the moon that it bestows Light on our earth and firmament - So is the soul unconscious of The beauties it reveals through LOVE.